When Love Breaks by Jack

Edith leaned in, teasing him with a playful raise of her eyebrow, “What’s the matter, not interested in marriage?”

“I have someone in mind I’d like to marry, not really into arranged marriages.” Gregory responded coolly, his gaze briefly flickering inside. “Is Jane in there?”

I was standing behind the door, out of his line of sight.

Seeing the triumphant smile on Edith’s face, I couldn’t help but chuckle, about to speak up when Edith looked my way, “My dear niece, come here. My brother is looking for you.”

I could almost see the confusion spreading across Gregory’s face.

Standing up and walking over, Gregory’s cool, dry hand took mine. He glanced at Edith, his tongue pressed against his cheek before he suddenly smiled, “Since when did my Jane become your niece?” Before I could reply, Bella wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Seeing through the teasing between Edith and Herbert, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Because Jane is my daughter, what do you say?” Gregory straightened up instantly, his usually nonchalant demeanor faltering as he addressed Bella seriously, “Ms. Taylor, you’re not joking, are you?”

“It’s true, Greg.”

I squeezed his hand, explaining, “It happened yesterday, but you didn’t come back to Elmwood Villas last night, and I hadn’t found the right moment to tell you.”

-Though, even if I had the chance, I probably wouldn’t have told him. After all, I was sworn to secrecy to win over his cousin.

“So, from now on, you don’t have to call me Ms. Taylor, you can

to

and both Herbert and Edith were

Bella couldn’t see,

tugged

said, “No worries, our relationship is so steady, calling her ‘Mom’ is just a

“Why not go ahead and call me ‘Auntie’ while you’re at it?” Gregory gave her a sidelong glance, “You first reconcile with Herbert…ahem,

cleared his throat, awkwardly changing

now you’re rooting for us to get back together? You used to be so worried he’d

brought up the dinner Bella planned to

“Sis, Jane

daughter you’ve finally found,

name, either works. It’ll show everyone how much we value Jane, ensuring no one dares to mistreat her in the

“I’ve considered that.”

suffer in silence anymore.” Herbert, seated in a leather chair, his normally serious demeanor softened by his affection for his niece, “Jane,

my

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