Chapter 237

I would be waiting for him to come home, waking up to find him sleeping beside me in the morning. That feeling of bliss had me hooked, so deep and true. But once the illusion shattered, there was no going back. I even found my past self laughably naive.

He was going through the motions while I felt genuine happiness. A sourness surged from my heart to my nose. I turned away, sniffed, and didn’t pick up the conversation. I didn’t know what else to say. Should I play the victim, or should I curse him out? None of it made any sense.

He exhaled deeply. “I’m starting to realize… Teresa Isn’t exactly who I thought she was.”

I pursed my lips. “How old were you again when Teresa got into that accident trying to save you?”

“Twelve,” Bryant remembered clearly, answering without hesitation.

I couldn’t help but mutter, “No wonder she could fool you so easily.”

in trying to save him, ended up in a hospital bed, not to

Bryant after marrying into the Fergusons, all

you say?” Not catching my mutter, Bryant asked with

it off. “Nothing much. So, what made you think Teresa wasn’t quite the person

me to marry Margaret.” Bryant’s

fact that this mother daughter duo could reconcile was

day, they were at the town hall, fighting like cats and dogs, and then, they were on

about Dorothy then? One as the wife, the other as

a softness in his eyes as if making a promise, “I’m not going to

was stunned, unconsciously clenching my fist, “Who you marry has nothing to do

leave. “It’s late. I have things to

to maintain a distance,

off. He got up, a bit shaky. “I transfer the money to you, and

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