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

how he had coldly interrogated me earlier for the sake of Margaret, I felt

would it make if

always choose Margaret

today had

but at the moment when I

trembling, and roared

I felt like my eight years of feelings were

me. Even if I had died right in front of

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a profound

thought about it, “Jane, should

gently shook my head, looking out at the motley city lights,

Timothy around, this situation might have been handled differently, but

now.

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

wanted now was peace,

her madness today made me more convinced that Timothy’s death

only one to meet a bad

was still a long

daze, the day’s events flashing through my mind

middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, my

clear.

My baby….

hurt

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

where I couldn’t breathe. Only by curling up into a ball on my