When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 432

My eyes grew slightly moist, a peculiar sensation scratching at the bottom of my heart.

For a fleeting moment, I contemplated coming clean. What if this revelation impacted his health? I was ready to face it alongside him. Better that than having him spend nights agonizing, deeming me a heartbreaker.

Shaking my head, I began, “It’s not like that, Gregory. These past two years, I’ve been…”

“Never mind.”

Gregory’s smile was thin, laced with unmistakable mockery, though his eyes betrayed a redness. “Jane, I guess I should’ve never harbored any

expectations.”

His words stabbed deep.

I struggled to keep my eyes wide, pinching the inner corners to hold back tears, feigning acceptance. “If that’s what you believe, you might not be wrong.”

After all, my efforts over the past two years to track him down had led nowhere. Like a traceless bird in flight, equivalent to having never tried. I didn’t need to confess my actions to him. In his eyes, I was just that callous. He had barely been mourned before I was supposedly cozying up with someone else.

So, if that’s how it was to be, further words were futile.

“Really?”

pulling me down to him. Then,

a kiss, but a

seeping into my mouth. The pain was sharp, and I gasped, cautious of his fragile legs, hardly daring to push him away, merely

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Chapter 432

his voice carrying a warning. “This time, it doesn’t matter if you’re Jane or Lilliana, getting close to anyone but me is a

mistake!”

that, he

my lips, my fingers came away bloodied, a stark reminder. “Ike’s still

busy lately. Take care of him for

back as he

the shadows, pondering her attitude, his irritation surged from within. He had spent over two decades searching for her, only for her to not seek him out immediately upon leaving Bryant, but to mix up with

sake now seemed laughable, utterly worthless. Yet, he had survived. The Ford family, father and son, would pay a price. Whether it was for driving Jane away or orchestrating that explosion. Either way, they

He had hoped, with Jane moving back, that his sleep, just a wall away from

he

bottle of lithium carbonate, swallowing a few pills. The bitterness mingled with the taste of blood, an odd combination

glanced at the caller ID- Edith. At this hour, she should be

“What is it?” His voice carried an