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.

word from him, and I

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the

explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and

help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a

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pecking, and cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and

voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you start having such filthy

just playing cards? Or maybe studying

“Shut up!”

pain it caused.

surgery just yesterday, my abdomen still ached, and bru es covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled

so much, yet seemed to forget I could feel pain

Mark stepped in, his voice low and restrained,

words laced with scorn, “I’m taking her home

the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s

turned icy, as a bitter laugh escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me

make sure she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally

by his choice, it seemed unlike

expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even left

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

a business call, but his expression softened

he stopped and turned to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the

for a few minutes, I’ll be right

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