When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 53

I was on the verge of laughing out loud in frustration.

In the end, Bryant’s the one to blame for spoiling her so much that she’s got no shame.

I couldn’t help but smirk, my voice icy as I spoke, “And what exactly makes you part of the Ferguson family? Last I checked, it took begging from your dad to even change your name, and Timothy didn’t exactly welcome you with open arms into the family tree, did

he?”

“By that logic, this car is more rightfully mine, since I’m Bryant’s lawfully wedded wife.”

every word, watching her facade crack bit by bit, a wave of satisfaction rising

I enunciated every within me.

She gritted her teeth, “You’re getting a divorce!”

“Well, it hasn’t happened yet, has it? Until it does, I’m still more legitimate than you.” I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Shameless!” Fury blazed in her eyes as she glared at me, “If you’re so set on divorcing, then hurry up and do it! What’s the point in clinging to Bryant?”

“Who’s clinging to whom, I wonder?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

As if she heard something utterly unbelievable, her face twisted in scorn, “Don’t tell me you’re suggesting Bryant can’t let go of you?”

I scoffed coldly, “Why don’t you ask him who came looking for me after a few drinks last night…”

Slap!

Her hand moved faster than I anticipated, her slap landing sharply across my face.

I hadn’t expected her to lash out like this, the sting of the slap sending my head turning to one side, burning with pain!

The employees of Ferguson Group who happened to witness the scene were shocked.

My anger spiked, and just as I was about to retaliate, a strong hand firmly caught my

wrist.

Bryant’s face was stormy as he scolded, “Jane since when did you enjoy resorting to violence?”

With that, he harshly let go of me! All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My ankle, still not fully healed, wobbled under me, causing me to stagger back several

steps until my back hit the car with a dull thud.

Thankfully, my stomach was spared.

Stunned, I looked up at him in disbelief, but his eyes were completely locked on Margaret.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for getting here in time.” Margaret’s eyes were red, brimming with tears, making her appear fragile and pitiful.

Hearing this, Bryant’s tone went cold again, “I told you not to provoke her, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t mean to provoke her, I just wanted to ride in her car on the way back to the Ferguson Mansion. You know, I’m a bit rusty behind the wheel, gets me nervous.

“Rusty but still buying cars?”

Bryant retorted coldly. Still he was indulgent, “Go wait in my car then.”

“Okay, got it.” Margaret responded in a soft voice, taking the car keys from him, “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

As she walked past me, the challenge in her eyes was unmistakable.

The bystanders, unable to resist gossiping, let a few comments slip loud enough for me to hear.

“Looks like the new lady from the Design Department really is our CEO’s wife.

“Yeah, she slapped Director Webster, and Mr. Ferguson still sided with her.”

“Well, between your wife and someone else, who would you side with?”

“That’s true, but poor Director Webster, wonder what she did to upset the CEO’s wife…”

I tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the indifferent Bryant.

Finally, he glanced over at me, his eyes cold, “She just wanted a ride, was there any need to t violent?”

My heart sank, tears threatening to spill as I blinked them back and stepped closer, standing tall despite the burning pain on my cheek.

No doubt, the slap had left its mark. If he had cared to take a closer look, he’d see I was only defending myself. But he didn’t.

His concern was all for Margaret.

The disappointment was overwhelming I could barely speak, “Bryant, look closely. She hit me first.”