When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 81

Bryant’s eyes narrowed slightly, an air of nonchalance in his gaze as he looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

It was his usual smile, yet I felt a shiver run down my spine, as if daring me would result in my neck being snapped in the next moment.

“Give it a try? Fine, I’ll take your dare,” I said, driven by a stubborn refusal to be seen as weak.

His expression turned icy, a scornful laugh about to escape his lips when suddenly, his phone rang.

Margaret’s name popped into my head instantly. You’ve got to hand it to women’s intuition.

And indeed, it was Margaret.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bryant didn’t answer, allowing the ringtone to blare incessantly. He could ignore it in a hundred different ways if he wanted to, so clearly, he chose not to.

“Bry, where have you wandered off to? I’m craving strawberry shortcake, and the baby wants it too. Hurry up and bring some home!”

The car’s confined space, coupled with its soundproof interior, made Margaret’s sweet voice all too clear to my ears.

I swear, I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose.

stepped out of the car nonchalantly and stood by the roadside, leaving me with just a profile view of his face,

my gaze, unwilling to concern myself with

was it to

push and pull that seemed hostile but oddly codependent. From the outside, they couldn’t stand each other, but in reality, they were inseparable, each indulging

couple of minutes, before he opened the passenger door

but his

“Leaving already?”

realizing I had indeed become the

Chapter 81

mistress in their relationship.

husband couldn’t wait to

much more the wife than

spoke, “I’ll have Kevin

get back

been through enough sadness these past days because now, I felt nothing. Calmly, I got out of the car. “Your clothes and personal items will be couriered back to LunarLakeBay Villas. Make sure Emma

that, I turned and walked

“Jane.” Bryant called out.

stop or even slow down, in

in a few long strides, grabbing my wrist

I tried to keep my voice as

thin line of determination. Give me some time. I’ll sort