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.

still believed, like before, a simple gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like a

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you

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

“Oh? And what is

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clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister

face darkened like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane!

you’re just playing cards? Or

“Shut up!”

away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or

body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I wouldn’t have ventured

much, yet seemed to forget I could

in, his voice low

of your concern.” Bryant glared at him, his words laced

panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says

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

he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my

his choice, it seemed unlike

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

Bryant frowned, answering, “Yes?”

softened

the mockery on my face, or the anticipation

“Wait here for a few minutes,

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