When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 123

I paused, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over me.

The whole world knew how much I loved Bryant, to the point where I couldn’t bear the

thought of anyone else in my heart. Yet, he always felt like my heart belonged to someone else,

There was a time when I would have gladly ripped my heart out just to show him, “Look, Bryant, it’s all about you.” But now, that was something I couldn’t do anymore.

I even doubted if his name would still be found within it, when all that remained were

scars.

On the way back to Christine’s place, she looked at me with such pity, biting her lip before finally asking, “Why didn’t you tell him you had a miscarriage too?”

“It wouldn’t make a difference.”

I leaned on her shoulder, my voice weak and lifeless, “So he might feel sorry and come back to me for a while. Then what?”

I had gone through this too many times. Trying over and over to make things right, only to end up more broken each time.

And the price I paid this time was even more devastating.

“True.”

Christine let out a long sigh, trying to hold back her sobs, “Let him be with the one who killed his own child. When he finds out one day, let’s see how much he regrets it.”

“He might never regret it.”

Thinking of how he had coldly interrogated me earlier for the sake of Margaret, I felt both pitiful and pathetic.

What difference would it make if he knew?

He would always choose Margaret over me.

The scene on the street today had taught me a painful lesson.

He ran towards me from afar, but at the moment when I needed him the most, he turned to someone else.

He held her, trembling, and roared with anger…

Suddenly, I felt like my eight years of feelings were worthless.

He didn’t love me. Even if I had died right in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to rush to Margaret.

Such a profound love, indeed.

Christine grew angrier the more she thought about it, “Jane, should we call the cops?”

I gently shook my head, looking out at the motley city lights, “Tell me, in today’s RiverCity, who can stand against Bryant?”.

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What was the point of going to the police? Even if Margaret’s crimes could be proven, with Bryant’s influence, he could easily turn the tables on me.

All I wanted now was peace, to be far away from them.

Moreover, the words Margaret spewed in her madness today made me more convinced that Timothy’s death was likely linked to her.

I wouldn’t be the only one to meet a bad end.

There was still a long way to go.

That night, I slept in a daze, the day’s events flashing through my mind like a movie.

Waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, my thoughts were incredibly

clear.

My baby….

Did it hurt when he left?

It must have. So tiny, so very small, he couldn’t even cry out in pain.

My heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed, sour and painful, swelling to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Only by curling up into a ball on my bed could I find a slight

relief.

The next day, I mustered up the energy to go to the office for the last time.

Before getting out of the car, Christine grabbed me, earnestly advising, “No touching cold water, don’t overexert yourself, avoid the wind and getting cold, got it?”

She had spent the whole night looking up post miscarriage care and originally disagreed with me going to work today. But I didn’t want to drag this out any longer. The sooner I could completely separate from Bryant, the better.

“I hear you, don’t worry.” I replied, resigned.

Entering the office, I found the door unlocked, which puzzled me as I turned to Linda, “Did you go in?”

I remembered locking the door the night before.

Whenever there was a project or competition, I always locked the door to prevent any leaks of the design plans.

Apart from the CEO, only Linda had access.

She was initially focused on her work but seemed startled at my question, quickly.

covering with a smile, “Ah, yes, the weather was nice today, so I opened the window foc some fresh air.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

She had always been a considerate assistant.

The morning was spent handing off tasks and getting everything organized as needed.