When Love Breaks by Jack

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It was Dorothy.

She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”

That she found my address so quickly was alarming.

I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’t come here bothering me.”

“Huh, cut the act!” She glanced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?”

She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.

of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone

hurt. Dorothy shouldn’t expect me to play

her hand, intending to slap me, but I pushed her away,

with hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to

nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers, I

“So, you insist on clinging to the

think I could

they were all troubling me. If anyone didn’t want me to have peace and refused a divorce, it was Bryant, not me. They feared Bryant too much and

said that. Given the current troubles of the Ferguson Group, a marriage alliance with the Myers

let me wish you a happy marriage and a quick addition to

that, I moved

even with my non–confrontational stance, Dorothy still wasn’t satisfied and arrogantly stopped me, gritting her teeth. “You think I can’t do

was utterly baffled, giving her a

so what was