When Love Breaks by jack
Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Bryant paused a bit. “How did you know?”

There was no point in beating around the bush when a marriage ended. I confessed, “That day, I overheard you talking with your granddad in the office. I also heard you admit that you had no feelings for me anymore. Maybe this marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.”

“It wasn’t.” He denied it desperately, knitting his brows as he reminisced, and then clarified, “I wasn’t admitting to what you think. You misunderstood it…”

I wasn’t in a hurry to argue. I watched Bryant quietly, smiling, “Did you ever love me?”

Bryant was stunned for a moment. The question was perhaps too difficult for him. “Jane…”

“Don’t explain. It’ll just make me look pitiful.” I laughed as if I cared about nothing, “Just have Kevin send over the agreement you prepared for me. Someday, you’ll marry someone else. It wouldn’t be right for me to hold onto these shares…”

He cut me off with conviction, every word sincere, “I won’t remarry.”

My eyelashes fluttered. “That’s your choice. It’s not right for me to hold onto these shares.” I wasn’t that big-hearted. After all, I’d been in love with him for many years, and it seemed wrong to see him again after our divorce. Time should erase all traces of the past, not keep reopening old wounds.

And if Margaret found out about the shares, she’d likely give me no peace. It would be better to leave no strings attached if it was over.

“So, are you really that afraid of having ties with me?” Bryant’s face fell, glancing at his watch, his lips pressed thin. “I only have five minutes left. We can do it next time if you’re not ready to sign now.”

“Let’s do it now.” I clenched my teeth and quickly signed my name in the blank space.

No matter how hot the potato was, there was always a way to handle it. The priority was to get the paperwork done.

When we returned to the counter, the clerk had finished checking the other documents and took the divorce agreement back for another look.

After verifying everything was correct, she handed us a divorce application form. “Sign this, and return for the divorce certificate in thirty days.”

After going through the motions, the clerk added, “I see you both still have feelings for each other. Most couples fight over assets until they’re red in the face, calculating every

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little thing. But you two are different. One person keeps giving, while the other keeps refusing.”

“You’re mistaken. Bryant doesn’t have feelings for me.” I smiled, still somewhat lucid. “He just has too much money.”

“I’ve seen many marriages and divorces, and I’m not mistaken. If you both hold each other in your hearts, take this cooling-off period to think things over. If you regret it, you can come back here to cancel.”

Bryant, standing by my side, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, “Can it be canceled anytime within those thirty days?”

The clerk said, “Yes, just come in on a workday”

After that, we pushed the signed application form back.

Stepping out of the town hall, I felt like I was awakening from a long dream. It felt like these three years were just a lengthy dream.

The rain continued to pour down relentlessly. Bryant opened the umbrella he had the door, his voice as damp as the air. “Let me walk you to your car.”

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“Sure, thank you,” I spoke politely yet distantly, dodging his attempt to drape an arm over

ny shoulder, trying to act like a proper ex-wife.

He didn’t insist further. The umbrella wasn’t huge, but not a single strand of my hair got

wet.

Bryant suddenly called out to me as he walked me to the car. I instinctively hummed in acknowledgment, and the next second, I was pulled into a tight embrace. He held me so tightly as if trying to merge me into his body.

Thinking back to his last question at the counter, I couldn’t help but confirm, “Bryant, you’re go

going through with the divorce, right? You won’t have any second thoughts?”

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