When Love Breaks by jack
Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Whether it was announcing an engagement or filing for divorce, I was always on board, thinking that would be the end of it and that we could finally go our separate ways.

But unexpectedly, my existence became unbearable for them.

Bryant held me tightly as if trying to merge me into him, whispering soothing words, “No, Jane, that’s not what I meant. Please calm down for a moment.”

“What do you mean, then?” I struggled to keep my trembling body under control, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you going to say you never thought of marrying Dorothy? That sending me abroad was for my benefit?”

A wondered, ‘What about that bullet you fired in my direction or your defense of Dorothy before Ramona? Was it all just a joke? Or did I

deserve it? I can’t and won’t believe it anymore.”

The harsh yet truthful words of the Myers women echoed in my mind. Bryant and I were worlds apart. I had once attempted to bridge that gap because of Timothy, but it was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Even living under the same roof, Bryant and I were like two parallel lines that would never meet.

At my words, Bryant paused, loosening his grip and resting his forehead against mine, his gaze intense. “Just believe in me, one last time.”

It felt like a scorching touch, making me instinctively want to pull away. Yet, something made me hold Bryant’s gaze. “Believe what? That after three years of marriage, you didn’t even want to have a child with me?”

The words he had spoken the day we went to file for divorce stung like a thorn in my heart. It wasn’t about me but about the child that could have been.

His eyes filled with regret and helplessness, and he hesitated before speaking but was interrupted by a knock.

“Who’s in there?”

There came Gregory’s voice, which was stern and different from his usual carefree demeanor. It was the Myers family’s territory, and Gregory was close with Dorothy. If he found out and mentioned it to Dorothy…

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The last thing I wanted was more trouble with Dorothy after the divorce. I pushed Bryant away forcefully, but he remained unmoved, his voice low, “What’s going on between you and Gregory?”

“What’s it to you?” My frustration boiled over, glaring at him. “Let me go! If Gregory sees you with me, your plans to marry Dorothy will be ruined.”

The moment I finished speaking, Bryant let go. The man who seemed desperate to make promises a minute ago feared his fiancée discovering our entanglement.

I couldn’t help but smirk bitterly as I watched him leave, feeling a slight pang in my heart. Turning around, I opened the door to Gregory’s scrutinizing gaze.

He looked past me into the yard, his voice cold and ominous, “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I finished breakfast and got lost. Then I suddenly needed the bathroom and saw this door open…”

Gregory didn’t press further, returning to his usual laid–back demeanor. “This isn’t a place for you. Don’t come in here without reason.”

1 shouldn’t have said anything, but perhaps feeling guilty, I asked, “Why not?”

He answered, “Because it’s not for the likes of you.”

His hand rested on the door, gently pulling it shut and changing the lock code. He was methodical and earnest throughout the process, as if worried about damaging something.