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.”

might never

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

difference would it make if he

always choose Margaret

street today had taught me a painful

moment when I

held her, trembling, and

my eight years of

Even if I had died right in front of him, he probably would have

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a profound

about

my head, looking out at the motley city lights, “Tell me, in today’s RiverCity, who

have

now.

of going to the police? Even if Margaret’s crimes could be proven, with Bryant’s influence, he could easily turn the tables

now was peace,

words Margaret spewed in her madness today made me more convinced that

wouldn’t be the only one

still a

in a daze, the day’s events flashing through my mind like a

of the night,

clear.

My baby….

it hurt

must have. So tiny, so very small, he couldn’t even cry

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