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

wasn’t hungry, but the baby

to fear if she could shamelessly be my

tried to make conversation. “Tastes

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

I just wanted to mark my territory in the pettiest way

a fleeting glance at Bryant. “Never knew you

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

know why he can cook? I taught him, especially tomato sauce pasta, my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But

on my fork tightened until my knuckles turned white, nails digging into

flesh.

where he learned to cook on our anniversary

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for a whole minute.

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

me, how would you have ended up with such a catch?” Margaret kept talking, her voice soft

is that why? Your marriage didn’t work out, so you thought he’d clean up your mess? Bryant, I didn’t know you had