When Love Breaks by Jack

Bryant’s mom, grandpa, and his kid were all gone because of them.

“Jane! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?” Margaret stormed over,

shoving me as she fiercely warned, “I could sue you for defamation, you

know?”

Teresa, who seemed less hostile, looked over with confusion. “Ms. Webster,

what do you mean by those two women?”

“What do I mean? You don’t get it?” Under Bryant’s icy glare, I spelled it out

slowly for Teresa. “Years ago, in your quest to marry into the Ferguson family,

you pushed Bryant’s mother, who was pregnant for nine months, down the

stairs. Have you forgotten?”

“Accusations require evidence!” Teresa’s voice rose and fell dramatically,

obviously furious at my allegations.

As Timothy said, Teresa thought destroying the surveillance footage meant

leaving no trace.

Reminded by Teresa’s words, Margaret also focused on the point. “Yeah,

Jane, you can’t just convict someone without proof.”

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“Evidence, you say,” I called Kevin, asking him to bring over the document I

had prepared for Bryant.

soon after with the documents, and I

the fingerprint analysis report, handing it to

your

the report, but Teresa stopped her with

look.

If she didn’t grab the report,

would

Bryant examined the report, his gaze sharpened horrifyingly at the

are your fingerprints on

looked confused,

her hands behind her.

softly suggested, “Margaret, think about it. Maybe you were

Timothy right

eyes brightened as she

with guilt. “That day, Timothy had an attack, and I

him his medicine.

when I did, he had passed out. That must be why my prints

pill.”

fabricate stories. “When I visited

you didn’t

story doesn’t

with something to hide resorted to

I say that, Jane? What have I done to you? Now, to kick me

fabricating all sorts of lies!” Margaret looked

You know

How could I possibly

…

and looked at Bryant, asking, “You buying

said didn’t matter. The only thing that

was who Bryant believed.

his gaze deep and

pushing

outrage, Teresa demanded, “Ms. Webster, I’ve

you’re going to drive a wedge