When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 131

It was Bryant!

Mark’s eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between ryant and Mark had grown after Mark’s return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? An what was Mark’s reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briel., flickering over was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Cozy, aren’t you?”

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“Not as much as you two,” I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn’t help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn’t have lost our baby. But he didn’t, even though I was within arm’s reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, “Enough, let’s go home.”

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

or sweet word from him,

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

determined to shatter that belief, “Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and Margaret apart

turned to ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between

couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just

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onto her

his voice through gritted teeth,

you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new

“Shut up!”

pain

for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s

so much, yet seemed to forget I

stepped in, his voice low and restrained,

your concern.” Bryant glared at him, his words laced with scorn, “I’m taking her home to

“Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s

escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with

alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally easing as we moved towards the

by his choice, it seemed

ring relentlessly before we even left

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop crying. I’m coming

turned to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation

here for a few minutes, I’ll

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