When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 123

I paused, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over me.

The whole world knew how much I loved Bryant, to the point where I couldn’t bear the

thought of anyone else in my heart. Yet, he always felt like my heart belonged to someone else,

There was a time when I would have gladly ripped my heart out just to show him, “Look, Bryant, it’s all about you.” But now, that was something I couldn’t do anymore.

I even doubted if his name would still be found within it, when all that remained were

scars.

On the way back to Christine’s place, she looked at me with such pity, biting her lip before finally asking, “Why didn’t you tell him you had a miscarriage too?”

“It wouldn’t make a difference.”

I leaned on her shoulder, my voice weak and lifeless, “So he might feel sorry and come back to me for a while. Then what?”

I had gone through this too many times. Trying over and over to make things right, only to end up more broken each time.

And the price I paid this time was even more devastating.

“True.”

Christine let out a long sigh, trying to hold back her sobs, “Let him be with the one who killed his own child. When he finds out one day, let’s see how much he regrets it.”

never regret

me earlier for the sake of Margaret, I felt both pitiful and

difference would it

always choose Margaret over

on the street today had taught me

the moment when I needed him the most, he turned

held her, trembling,

eight years of

had died right in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to

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profound love,

angrier the more she thought about it, “Jane,

motley city lights, “Tell me, in today’s RiverCity, who can

situation might have been handled differently, but he

now.

if Margaret’s crimes could be

peace, to be far

today made me more convinced that Timothy’s death was likely

wouldn’t be the only one to meet a bad

was still a long way to

slept in a daze, the day’s events

of the night, drenched in

clear.

My baby….

it hurt

very small, he couldn’t

being tightly squeezed, sour and painful, swelling to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Only by curling up into a ball