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.”

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

identical to what was supposed to

asked, “Still

“Yeah.”

coming didn’t

squinted her eyes, not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really

I sensed

control. You just

wasn’t far, and as Christine finished speaking,

been around for decades. Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals especially during

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

nonchalantly, heading to

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

as 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.

to frequent a

at the prospect of skipping the wait, and we quickly headed