When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 41

The thought struck me as both absurd and hilarious.

I

I had been left alone on my wedding night, celebrated birthdays without my husband by

y side, watched as the

gifts I yearned for were given to someone else. And on the day of our baby’s check-up, he chose to accompany another. Now, as we neared the end of our marriage, he couldn’t stand me having a housewarming party with friends?

I couldn’t help but smirk, lowering my eyes to meet his. “If you won’t leave, I’m calling Margaret.”

I knew once Margaret showed up, he’d be swamped.

Suddenly, Bryant pulled me close, resting his forehead against my chest, his voice raspy. ‘Jane, I really never wanted things to end up like this.”

His words almost made me waver.

But then, as if on cue, his phone rang on the dining table, flashing ‘Margaret’ on the

screen.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, snapping me back to reality t pushed him away, “Your phone’s ringing.”

Juust then, Mark emerged from the kitchen.

Jane, everything’s pretty much cleaned up. I’ll take Steven home now.”

I walk you out.”

dglanced at the tall figure answering the phone on the balcony, fighting the irri bbubbling incide me.

After tucking Christine into bed, I went to help Mark with the task of getting an unconscious Støven downstairs.

Quark didn’t let me exert myself.

Piccandle cxpression was tinged with concern Jane, are you alright?”

mokkment, but then i realized he was referring to my mood. I nodded, replying.

ritteleva, r. A vervmbered Mark had drunk a bit too.

mcogsddetto con if not can call one for you”

Cont worry #equt covered

He smiled, and after a

brief silence, just before the elevator doors opened, he softly asked, “So, you and Bryant are getting a divorce?”

I looked down, nodding, “Yeah, we are.”

“Think it over carefully, don’t make a decision you’ll regret.”

“I won’t regret it.”

I was sincere in my answer.

Throughout the time following our decision to divorce, I’d often asked myself if I would regret it.

The answer was always no.

Mark seemed thoughtful, then nodded, “That’s good then.”

“Mark,” as the elevator doors opened and we walked towards the parking lot, I pondered before asking, “How did you know what kind of food I like?” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Although we were close in the past, I didn’t recall us ever eating out together privately.

“I brought you dinner a few times in college, remember?” He chuckled lightly. “Oh?”

I paused, then remembered, “Are you talking about the time I fainted from low blood sugar, and Bryant asked you guys to buy me food?”

If this had been brought up during our college days, I might have felt a bit sensitive and inferior.

But with time, I’ve gained my footing, able to speak of those days with a mix of ope and gratitude.

“Bryant?” he blurted, then smiled broadly, “Yeah, it was that time.”

“It’s so thoughtful of you,” I smiled.

Now that I recalled it, the meals Mark brought over were always the tastiest.

Few men were as attentive as he was.

I looked at him with gratitude, “Mark, thank you so much.”

buy the cheapest foods,

I had no choice back then. Even with money. I only dared to buy without caring for my own preferences.

But because of Mark’s

‘s kindness and thoughtfulness, I got to eat the food I enjoyed when I was most strapped.