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?”

and in the next moment, stretched out an arm, pulling me down to him. Then, his hand found the back of my head, and

Not a kiss,

seeping into my mouth. The pain was sharp, and I gasped, cautious

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

mistake!”

he

fingers came away

lately. Take care of him

back

In 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

treatment for her 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

the wheelchair tightened, veins bulging before uncontrollably trembling. He had hoped, with Jane moving back, that his sleep, just a wall away from her bedroom, would improve, perhaps even without

seems he was

lights, he relied on the faint glow from outside to find a bottle of lithium carbonate, swallowing a few pills. The bitterness mingled with the taste

buzzed. Irritably, he glanced at the caller ID- Edith. At this hour,

“What is it?” His