When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 43

If she had approached me with this question a while back, it might have stirred something in my heart.

But now, having come to terms with the harsh truth that Bryant never had any feelings for me, I found myself devoid of any desire to press her for answers.

I simply looked at her, cool and detached, “If you’re so sure of yourself, why keep hounding me like a madwoman?”

Crazy she was, storming into my office first thing in the morning, acting like the wronged wife confronting her husband’s mistress.

Seeing my unflustered demeanor, Margaret seemed to panic, not waiting for my inquiry. before triumphantly declaring, “It’s because of me.”

She leaned over my desk, hands bracing the surface, looking down at me like a victor, “Jane, if it weren’t for me, he would never have married you! You wouldn’t even stepped one foot in the Ferguson Mansion!”

Her words tightened my grip, a strange, choking sensation spreading around my heart.

Her lips curled in satisfaction, her arms crossed, “It was Timothy who threatened him using me. If Bryant didn’t marry you, Timothy would have used his influence to have me exiled…”

I already knew he didn’t love me, but hearing this still cut deep.

an act of desperation for

me, but I quickly shoved it aside and glared at her with conter “Is that so? Well, it seems you should be thanking me for agreeing to marry Bryant.

Exiled, no doubt!

expression froze, then turned to rage, her teeth clenched, “Where do

so… so…

ear, “You could at least show some gratitude instead

me, but fell silent, her gaze fixated on my e

my ear, her

you were after these earrings

me.” I

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grew even more infuriated, her voice harsh, “Impossible! Besides, you’re about to divorce. How could you shamelessly accept such

it yourself, we’re only about to divorce. Which means we haven’t yet. What’s wrong

so shameless? They were meant for

me!”

ask him

intention of getting entangled with her any longer, intending to

restroom.

toll, with nausea, drowsiness, and

my arm, her other hand reaching for my ear, “They’re mine, give them