When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 47

On the way

to dinner, my mind was still a whirlwind, replaying the scene from earlier and feeling utterly baffled by my own naivety.

When Margaret threw that question out, a part of me actually hoped Bryant would stand up for me, saying something like, “Of course she can spend my money,” or, “Since when does she need your approval to use my money?”

But what did Bryant say? He said, “The car was a gift from Grandpa.”

That shut Margaret up alright.

a:

When Margaret made a scene, he didn’t recognize my car, let alone remember I got the car. Or maybe, he did remember, but he didn’t want Margaret to know he was actually nice

to me.

Here I was, Mrs. Ferguson, feeling like I didn’t even have the right to use what was supposedly ours. Did I really need to hide and tiptoe around his ex?

And yet, he could give Margaret a car right in front of me, coldly pacifying her with, “Come on, you’re not a child. What’s the big deal? Buy the same model in a different color. It won’t take long.”

at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the evening, a sour feeling twisted in my

could just give away something identical to what was supposed to be

driving, asked, “Still thinking about

“Yeah.”

knowing the divorce was coming didn’t

“If she really ends

I

it under control. You just focus on staying

far, and as Christine finished speaking, she smoothly parked

place had been around for decades. Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible

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anything rash, okay? All I want is

it,” Christine replied nonchalantly, heading to

daunting-forty to fifty tables ahead of us. How long

we were fretting, someone yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey, Chris, come on up! We’ve saved you

It was Steven.

expected this playboy to frequent a place so

initially annoyed, lit up at the prospect of