When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 384

It felt like a slap across my face. I should’ve never trusted Bryant. Orl shouldn’t have even bothered coming here in the first place.

As I turned to leave, Kevin glimpsed the photos in my hand and started making excuses for Bryant, “Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t misunderstand. Mr. Ferguson went to see her to warn her not to…”

“Enough! You know better than anyone if he did it!” I stormed off, and my strides were quick with anger.

Just as I reached the underground parking lot and was about to slam my car door shut, a large hand carelessly gripped the door, stopping me.

Bryant had changed out of his casual clothes and back into one of those tailor–made suits that suited his aura better. His face was stone–cold as he glanced at the photos I carelessly tossed on the passenger seat. “So, you doubt me because of what someone else said?”

*Is it me doubting you, or did you do something?” I had heard him clear as day

in his office.

Bryant let out a cold laugh. “What have I done? Even if I’m a jerk, I wouldn’t stoop so low as to mess with your personal life!”

“You better not have!” I tried to slam the door shut, but his strength was overpowering. The door barely budged. “Let go.”

Bryant raised an eyebrow. “You still don’t trust me?”

I snapped

“So, who do you trust? Mark? He’s the one who

“That’s none of your

insisted, “Jane, anything that involves you is my

I snapped, “We’re divorced!”

mine, pausing before he started slowly,

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day we were interrupted by the hospital’s call, and I forgot to finish what I

frowned. “What are you talking

truth. “The divorce certificates

news blew

softly, “Exactly what it

not divorced?”

replying, “I never wanted to divorce you from the start. The divorce certificates were a

about me?” I couldn’t help but confront him, “Bryant, do you even care about what I think? What am I to you, just someone you can manipulate at will? You say we get divorce certificates,

ridiculous

spoke softly, “I made that decision on my own. You can react however you want,

I suppressed my anger, giving him a mocking smile. “You think I’ll still get trapped by a marriage certificate like

could be with Gregory or anyone else, and you can’t morally bind me with the

commit bigamy, as long as you don’t mind the embarrassment of Mr. Ferguson being cuckolded, feel free to call