When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 44

“My back is killing me…”

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she snuggled into Bryant’s embrace, lamenting, “I just asked her about the progress of the project, and she pushed me… Bry, maybe we should just promote her to director. Everyone else seems to be on her side anyway, and I just can’t stand this toxic workplace anymore.”

I listened, my eyebrows knitting together in disbelief at her talent for spinning tales. I almost laughed out of sheer frustration but was met with Bryant’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Is that so?”

so?” His voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down my spine.

I replied with a self-deprecating tone, “Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t true?”

“Bry…” Margaret’s voice quivered, her delicate fingers clutching at the collar of his shirt-the very shirt I had designed and tailored for him, a gift for Valentine’s Day.

He didn’t respond to me, only lowering his gaze to the woman in his arms, his brows furrowed in a mix of impatience and concern, “You’re not a child; why cry over a small fall? Let’s get you checked out at the hospital.

With that, he strode away, as if fearing any harm might come to the apple of his eye, leaving behind a chilling silhouette.

I took a deep breath, trying hard to blink back the tears.

“Jane, why are you so disappointed? He’s about to become your ex-husband any thought.

sight, Linda rushed

are

you

I managed

wouldn’t dare do anything to

he’d have to

left, “Mr. Ferguson just walked out holding Margaret like that. Everyone’s guessing about their relationship. Could

this thought, she looked towards me with a face about to burst into tears, concern lacing her voice, ‘What if

heart clenched, almost

married to him for three years, yet only Christine and Kevin in

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about our

here we were, not even divorced yet, and he was already making no effort to hide

did he bother holding me last night, claiming he never wanted

my lips lightly, “It’s okay, when the day comes, I’ll

you, okay? Wherever you go, I’m with

“Alright.”

I couldn’t help but

real work. The responsibilities of a director

was too busy to

brought me a pack of beef stew, but as soon

me hard, stirring from deep