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.

gesture or sweet word

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

between us now is a divorce paper.

explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and me isn’t what you think.

laugh, “Oh? And what is it then?

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up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother,

through gritted teeth, “Jane! When

what? When you two are alone, you’re just playing cards?

“Shut up!”

despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the

it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s

cherished Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget I

his voice low and

Bryant glared at him, his words laced with scorn, “I’m taking her

was about to refuse, a nurse rushed out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson,

weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me now, and

sure she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his

stunned by his choice, it

relentlessly before we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

but his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop crying.

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

“Wait here for a few minutes, I’ll

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