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

full spread that was a feast

but the baby inside

fear if she could shamelessly be my

tried to make conversation. “Tastes good, doesn’t

“Bryant’s cooking is always great. Whenever he’s home, he’s in the

course, that was a lie. But I just wanted to mark my territory in the pettiest way

fleeting glance at Bryant. “Never knew

up when you’re eating?” Bryant scoffed and served me some

my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But he made it

knuckles turned white, nails digging

flesh.

where he learned to cook on

Chapter 17

for a whole minute.

was he thinking about? Margaret? Or the

would you have ended up with

you thought he’d clean up your mess? Bryant, I