When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 44

“My back is killing me…”

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she snuggled into Bryant’s embrace, lamenting, “I just asked her about the progress of the project, and she pushed me… Bry, maybe we should just promote her to director. Everyone else seems to be on her side anyway, and I just can’t stand this toxic workplace anymore.”

I listened, my eyebrows knitting together in disbelief at her talent for spinning tales. I almost laughed out of sheer frustration but was met with Bryant’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Is that so?”

so?” His voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down my spine.

I replied with a self-deprecating tone, “Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t true?”

“Bry…” Margaret’s voice quivered, her delicate fingers clutching at the collar of his shirt-the very shirt I had designed and tailored for him, a gift for Valentine’s Day.

He didn’t respond to me, only lowering his gaze to the woman in his arms, his brows furrowed in a mix of impatience and concern, “You’re not a child; why cry over a small fall? Let’s get you checked out at the hospital.

With that, he strode away, as if fearing any harm might come to the apple of his eye, leaving behind a chilling silhouette.

I took a deep breath, trying hard to blink back the tears.

“Jane, why are you so disappointed? He’s about to become your ex-husband any thought.

As soon as they were out of sight, Linda rushed in, frantic with worry, “Jane, okay?”

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you

“Yeah, of course.” I managed a bitter smile.

Bryant wouldn’t dare do anything to me.

Otherwise, he’d have to answer to Timothy,

Linda made a face in the direction they had left, “Mr. Ferguson just walked out holding Margaret like that. Everyone’s guessing about their relationship. Could she really be our future Mrs. Ferguson?”

At this thought, she looked towards me with a face about to burst into tears, concern lacing her voice, ‘What if it’s true? You two can’t stand each other. She’s totally gonna make your life hell!”

My heart clenched, almost numb by now.

I had been married to him for three years, yet only Christine and Kevin in the entire

company knew about our relationship.

And here we were, not even divorced yet, and he was already making no effort to hide his relationship with Margaret.

Why then, did he bother holding me last night, claiming he never wanted things to turn out this way? Talk about being two-faced.

I pursed my lips lightly, “It’s okay, when the day comes, I’ll leave.”

“Then take me with you, okay? Wherever you go, I’m with you!”

“Alright.”

Seeing her eager face, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Margaret was nothing but a figurehead with a title, not doing any real work. The responsibilities of a director or deputy director mostly fell on my shoulders.

By noon, I was too busy to grab lunch.

Linda brought me a pack of beef stew, but as soon as she lifted the lid, a wave of nausea

hit me hard, stirring from deep within my stomach.

“Don’t you want this? I can go get you something else,” she offered.

“No, this is fine.”

I suppressed the urge to vomit, forcing myself to eat.

It must be the morning sickness getting worse

The food I craved wasn’t available nearby, so it wasn’t worth the hassle anyway.

Halfway through, however, I found myself leaning over the trash can, vomiting until I empty, tears and snot running down my face, completely bereft of any dignity.

Thankfully, I kept my retching low enough that no one likely heard.

In the evening, just before leaving work, Christine knocked on my door..

“I forgot to tell you yesterday, but the garage called about your car being ready. Want me to come with you to pick it up?”

Without looking up, I murnbled, “Yeah, just give me a minute to finish up here.”

“The busy bee.” Christine chuckled, plopping herself down on the chair in front of my desk. and started idly flipping through her phone. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Suddenly, she stood up with a gasp, “Your ear, it’s bleeding!”