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

indeed excellent, a full spread that was

but the baby inside

she could shamelessly be my

tried to make conversation. “Tastes

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

a lie. But I just wanted to mark my territory

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

when you’re eating?” Bryant scoffed and

him, especially tomato sauce pasta, my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But he made it so often for me that I got sick of it. Only makes it how when

digging into my So,

flesh.

recalled asking him where he learned to cook on our anniversary night, and

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for a whole minute.

about? Margaret? Or

of which, you should thank me. If it weren’t for me, how would you have ended up with such a catch?” Margaret kept talking, her voice

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 turning