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?”

arm, pulling me down to him. Then, his hand found the back

kiss,

of iron bloomed across my lips, seeping into my mouth. The pain was sharp, and I gasped, cautious of his fragile legs, hardly daring

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Chapter 432

was dark, his voice carrying a warning. “This time, it doesn’t matter if you’re Jane

mistake!”

he wheeled

away bloodied, a stark

lately. Take care

didn’t look back

engulfed everything but the faint starlight beyond the windows. 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 him out immediately upon leaving Bryant, but to mix up with someone

thought of how he had struggled through 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

tightened, veins bulging before uncontrollably trembling. He had hoped, with Jane moving back, that his sleep,

seems he was

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

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

lazily, “What is it?” His voice carried