When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 65

That made my mind wander all morning long.

It felt like there were two little figures brawling Inside my head.

One argued, “Look, he does care after all. He even remembers the first day we met.”

The other retorted, “Come on, he recently forgot you even went to RiverCity University. – How could he remember that day? He probably asked Steven or someone. Don’t get all lovesick!”

By noon, I shook off these cluttered thoughts and asked Christine if she wanted to join me for lunch in the cafeteria.

We used to order takeout or dine out quite a bit

But lately, I couldn’t be bothered to walk an extra step, and takeout just wasn’t as fresh or clean as the cafeteria’s offerings. So, we practically made the cafeteria our new haunt.

Heading towards the office area, I wasn’t sure who had brought their packed lunch, but the smell suddenly made me queasy, and I found myself dashing to the restroom.

After emptying my stomach until it hurt and the bitter taste lingered in my mouth, I finally straightened up, leaning against the wall for support.

I never imagined pregnancy could be this tough.

Yet, thinking of the tiny life inside me made it all seem worthwhile.

“You’re throwing up again?”

would be out for lunch at this time, but as I exited, there stood Margaret by

found out about my pregnancy,

wouldn’t stand a chance

Isn’t

a stomach issue?” She grilled me, her eyes brimming with deep

could it

“It better be.”

She seemed half-convinced.

Chapter 65

I finished washing my hands and was about to leave, Margaret suddenly

heart nearly stopped, but I forced a smile, replying calmly. “If I were pregnant, would! be divorcing

seemed to reassure her. “That’s

scornfully, “You’d better be smart and finalize the divorce

“Okay.”

have snapped back, but every second with her made

word, I walked

snagged us a spot in the cafeteria. When

pale. What’s

did I never notice your keen detective skills before?” I

nosy about your pregnancy? Seems she doesn’t know everyone’s already calling her the

“When did this happen?”