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.

just an act of desperation

“Is that so? Well, it seems you should be thanking me for agreeing to marry Bryant. Otherwise, where would you

Exiled, no doubt!

expression froze, then turned to rage, her

so… so…

the attitude.” I frowned, brushing my hair behind an ear, “You could at least show some gratitude instead of snapping at me. It

She looked like she wanted to kill me, but fell silent, her gaze fixated

my ear, her

after these earrings all

were his gift to me.” I

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grew even more infuriated, her voice harsh, “Impossible! Besides, you’re about to

we haven’t yet. What’s

can you be so shameless? They were meant for me! He promised

me!”

go and ask him for

entangled with her any

restroom.

its toll, with nausea, drowsiness, and frequent urination-I

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