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.

being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here,

could hit where it hurt. Dorothy shouldn’t expect me to play nice

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

her teeth, glaring at me with hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to take my advice or

blood on someone’s doorstep is being nice?” I shot back sarcastically, “Ms. Myers, I really can’t match your

on

you think I could refuse if he wanted a

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

by my retort, Dorothy suddenly laughed. “Fine, if you said that. Given the current troubles of the Ferguson Group, a

a happy marriage and a quick addition

moved to close

I can’t do

was utterly baffled, giving her a cold look. “Are

so what was she