When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 103

Even though the thought of continuing my marriage with Bryant was the furthest thing from my mind, hearing Timothy’s staunch defense still warmed my heart.

Bryant’s lips were a tight line. “I’ve failed Jane, but remarrying was never in my plans.”

“Never in your plans? If that were true, why would Jane consider a divorce? Isn’t it because you’ve broken her spirit?” Timothy didn’t believe a word.

Leaning on the cane, Bryant slowly stood up. “I truly haven’t considered it. However, I can’t just abandon Margaret. After all, she is pregnant.”

“Look at you, Mr. Philanthropy!” Timothy hurled a teacup at him.

Bryant didn’t dodge, taking the hit squarely on the forehead, blood quickly beading at the surface. Yet, his expression remained unchanged, seriously saying, “I promised Teresa l’d. take care of Margaret.”

Timothy fumed. “And what about Jane? The office rumors are vicious, bringing Margaret close and painting Jane as the homewrecker. How is that fair to her?”

Bryant said, “Jane’s far stronger and more independent than Margaret, not easily swayed; by others, let alone affected by baseless rumors.”

come under such circumstances. It was the praise that only

wasn’t born strong and independent. I was once like a flower in

the reason no choice, I used all my strength to grow into resilient wild grass.” Bryant made me suffer

ever considered, Jane growing up without parents, living under

Who could she rely on if she wasn’t strong independent?” Timothy sighed, his voice filled with anger and disappointment, “Can she really depend on you, when you’re the husband that’s

suddenly dimmed. “She never shared any of this with

trust. Ask yourself. Have you ever been a good husband for

“You got me a good wife, but I’ve

you’ve disappointed is Jane.” Timothy seemed resigned, and the argument faded

spun in my mind, leaving a lingering bitterness. Perhaps all peaceful separations ended with one person handing out a “nice

study door

Chapter 103

on the doorframe, Bryant appeared thinner than I remembered, his features more pronounced. His usually straight posture hunched slightly, blood still trickling from

to be indifferent, but seeing him like that, I

express concern.

softly, his gaze tender.