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.”

in the

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

who was driving, asked, “Still thinking about what

“Yeah.”

knowing the divorce was coming didn’t really ease the sting of disappointment

squinted her eyes, not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really ends up driving the same car as you, I’ll teach her a

are you planning?” I

I’ve got it under control. You just focus on

far, and as Christine finished speaking, she

boasted an incredible menu that attracted

Chapter 47

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the car, I warned her, “Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is a smooth

replied nonchalantly, heading to the entrance to

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

a handsome face, “Hey, Chris,

It was Steven.

playboy to frequent a place so

prospect of skipping the wait, and we quickly