When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 17

Every move felt like a slap across my face. My heart ached with the sting of it. I had played out scenes like that in my head over and over again. Yet, standing in my home, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine.

“Jane, you’re awake?” Margaret turned to see me and greeted me with a smile, “Come on, try some of Bry’s cooking. It’s to die for.”

With that, she carried a dish to the table, acting every bit the hostess.

I took a deep breath, stepped past her, and asked Bryant straight up, “Why is she here?”

Finishing up in the kitchen, Bryant removed his apron and said coldly, “She’ll be gone after this meal.”

“You want me to leave, huh?” Margaret glared at him.

“Margaret, take the hint! Stop stirring trouble,” Bryant’s tone was icy, his patience wearing thin.

“Whatever,” Margaret muttered and pulled me to join the meal as if the person who had been crying and begging my husband to divorce me wasn’t her and as if she wasn’t the one trying to whisk my husband away

excellent, a full spread that was a feast for

hungry, but the baby inside me needed

have to fear if she could shamelessly be my home?

conversation. “Tastes good, doesn’t

a smile. “Bryant’s cooking is always great. Whenever he’s home, he’s

But I just wanted to mark my territory in the

cast a fleeting glance at Bryant. “Never knew you were this

you’re eating?” Bryant scoffed

him, especially tomato sauce pasta, my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But he made it so often for

my knuckles turned white, nails digging into my So,

flesh.

cook on our

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for a whole minute.

he thinking about? Margaret? Or the memories of learning to cook with

how would you have ended up with such a catch?” Margaret kept

he’d clean up your mess? Bryant, I didn’t know you had a thing for being a rebound guy and a garbage collector,” I said, my gaze on Bryant