When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 135

“Absolutely.” There was no hesitation in my admission.

But my resentment had nothing to do with the way

v he hit me,

the names he called me.

He just didn’t get it, his voice heavy with regret “I’m sorry… She’s been unwell, the miscarriage took a toll on her, and I acted out of desperation.”

“Oh,” I nodded, my smile not quite reaching my eyes. “Was it me who dragged her into the middle of the street, Bryant? It was her pulling me, right in front of your eyes. And yet, you were questioning me?”

“That’s why I’m apologizing.”

“So, am I just supposed to accept your apology?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. “Her miscarriage was er own doing, her own fault! She should be thankful I haven’t demanded anything from her!”

People really are biased. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look him in the eye, his expression darkening, his gaze filled with a chilling intensity, “She made a mistake, true, but she’s paid the price by losing a child!”

“And what about me? Was I supposed to get hit by a car?” I shot back, refusing to look

away.

“You were up and about just earlier, weren’t you?”

His lips curled into a cold smirk, his words dripping with sarcasm, “Even went star-gazing? How long did you and he stay up on that hill, huh? Did you have sex?”

Smack!

His last few words detonated like a bomb in my head. With strength I didn’t know I had, I broke free from his grip and, for the second time since yesterday, I slapped him across the face.

“Bryant! You disgust me!”

He hissed, his voice as cold as frost, “Oh? And you two are the epitome of virtue?”

I felt a pressure building in my chest, about to explode. I shouted, each word clear and sharp, “Enough! This is where it ends! You can do whatever you want with her from now on, and it’s none of your business what I do!”

I

He watched me, his stance unyielding, “And what if I insist on making it my business?” I really wanted to ask if he was out of his mind,

But instead, I just took a step back, utterly drained, “Bryant, for Timothy’s sake, let’s not

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make this any more embarrassing than it has to be.”

As I turned to go upstairs, he grabbed my hand his voice deep, “You’re so adamant about this divorce… Is it because of him, or something else?”

“It has nothing to do with Mark.”

I really didn’t want to drag Mark into this, especially considering the longstanding friendship between their families.

Seeing that I had no more to say, he held on, seemingly in need of a definitive answer.

I took a deep breath, “The moment you rushed to her side ye erday, I made up my mind.”

It’s amazing how quickly a heart can turn cold.

When I married him, I thought I’d never find myself in a “your rom or me” scenario.

But what I faced was even more melodramatic-“your first love or me”.

And with the latter, it’s even more devastating being the unchos none. You can’t even tell yourself any comforting lies.

Especially since his choice had cost me so dearly.

He fell silent for a moment, his defeat-palpable, but without a hint of regret, “There was another life in her womb, getting hit isn’t as simple as falling.”

I stiffened, fighting back the tears.

“Bryant, I’m pregnant too.”

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