When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 43

If she had approached me with this question a while back, it might have stirred something in my heart.

But now, having come to terms with the harsh truth that Bryant never had any feelings for me, I found myself devoid of any desire to press her for answers.

I simply looked at her, cool and detached, “If you’re so sure of yourself, why keep hounding me like a madwoman?”

Crazy she was, storming into my office first thing in the morning, acting like the wronged wife confronting her husband’s mistress.

Seeing my unflustered demeanor, Margaret seemed to panic, not waiting for my inquiry. before triumphantly declaring, “It’s because of me.”

She leaned over my desk, hands bracing the surface, looking down at me like a victor, “Jane, if it weren’t for me, he would never have married you! You wouldn’t even stepped one foot in the Ferguson Mansion!” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Her words tightened my grip, a strange, choking sensation spreading around my heart.

Her lips curled in satisfaction, her arms crossed, “It was Timothy who threatened him using me. If Bryant didn’t marry you, Timothy would have used his influence to have me exiled…”

I already knew he didn’t love me, but hearing this still cut deep.

So, marrying me was just an act of desperation for someone else’s sake?

A wave of sadness hit me, but I quickly shoved it aside and glared at her with conter “Is that so? Well, it seems you should be thanking me for agreeing to marry Bryant. Otherwise, where would you be now?”

Exiled, no doubt!

Her expression froze, then turned to rage, her teeth clenched, “Where do you get off being

so… so…

“Cut the attitude.” I frowned, brushing my hair behind an ear, “You could at least show some gratitude instead of snapping at me. It only shows how ungrateful and heartless you are.”

“Jane!” She looked like she wanted to kill me, but fell silent, her gaze fixated on my e breathing turning rapid, her fists clenched tight

my ear, her

“So, you were after these earrings all along?”

“They were his gift to me.” I cut in, deliberately provoking her.

As expected, Margaret grew even more infuriated, her voice harsh, “Impossible! Besides, you’re about to divorce. How could you shamelessly accept such expensive gifts?”

“You said it yourself, we’re only about to divorce. Which means we haven’t yet. What’s wrong with accepting a gift from my husband?”

“Jane, how can you be so shameless? They were meant for me! He promised them to

me!”

“Then go and ask him for them.”

I had no intention of getting entangled with her any longer, intending to head to the

restroom.

The pregnancy was taking its toll, with nausea, drowsiness, and frequent urination-I was experiencing it all.

Suddenly, she lunged forward, grabbing my arm, her other hand reaching for my ear, “They’re mine, give them back!”

Sing

I didn’t expect her to lash out so violently, the pull on my ear a sharp pain. Not wanting to escalate the situation, I tried to placate her, “Let go, I’ll take them off for you!”

But, of course, I had no intention of handing over jewelry worth millions so easily.

The moment she loosened her grip, I pushed her away. She wasn’t expecting my move and ended up falling to the floor with a loud, startled scream.

Concerned she might continue and harm my baby, I turned to run.

with

But as I did, the door burst open, and I found myself locked in a gaze with a pair of deep, anxious eyes-a stark contrast to the confrontational demeanor he normal Margaret.

Behind me, Margaret sat on the floor, a picture of misery, crying as if her heart break.

“Bry, it hurts…” Her voice was suddenly tender, almost making me doubt whether she the same person who had just violently tugged at my ear.

Bryant, with an icy aura, strode past me to scoop Margaret into his arms. “Where did you hurt yourself?”