Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Gregory left the words, giving me a look. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

He was tall with long legs, and his strides were wide. I struggled to keep up, hampered by the hem of my cocktail dress.

A forceful grip caught my wrist from behind as we were about to leave the hotel. “Jane!”

I stopped, tuming to face Bryant, his expression cold and forbidding. Calming my emotions, I asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you want, Mr. Ferguson?” Gregory turned, an eyebrow quirked in question.

Bryant’s eyes were filled with a stormy gloom. “Interfering in marital affairs now, Mr. Ford?”

“No interest in that. Gregory chuckled, “Just a friendly reminder, Mr. Ferguson, bigamy is against the law.”

Ignoring the comment, Bryant pulled me away without another word.

Gregory’s brows furrowed slightly. “Tll wait for you in the car.”

At that, Bryant’s grip on my wrist tightened, and he quickened his pace. He dragged me to a deserted area, slamming me against a wall. His eyes, deep and cold, suddenly flared with anger. “You’re close to Gregory?”

It was an outright accusation..

The impact against the wall sent a sharp pain across my shoulder blades, and I retorted, anger flaring, “What’s it to you?”

If I hadn’t mistaken it, we were nothing more than a signature away from divorce. All I wanted was a clean break. I didn’t want to pry whether Bryant was with Margaret or Dorothy. And I certainly didn’t want him meddling in my life.

His words came out as if squeezed through clenched teeth. “It doesn’t concern me? I can’t be indifferent like you!”

I almost laughed. “What do you mean?”

‘Jane… Bryant’s voice softened, his forehead resting against mine. His voice, usually so deep and captivating, carried bittemess. “You seem to have stopped being jealous.”

There was disappointment, a hint of desolation. After loving this man deeply for over eight years, seeing him like this stirred something inside me.

I turned my head away, a bitter smile on my lips. “Indeed, I’m not anymore.”

I had been jealous of his interactions with Margaret countless times before. But as he repeatedly favored and chose anyone but me, I became numb.

I couldn’t even pinpoint when it happened. Was it when Bryant gave the promotion to Margaret that should have been mine? Was it their playful bickering? Or when he sent me to the ultrasound appointment alone for Margaret? Or the countless times he broke his promises? Or perhaps when he ran to someone else when I was most vulnerable.

When I lost our child, he was by someone else’s side, blaming and yelling at me. My carefully guarded affection faded more each time until it was all gone. I was suddenly grateful he never chose me. It allowed my heart to rest

Bryant’s hand on my shoulder gradually slid down, ending with a simple assurance, “There’s nothing between Dorothy and me.”

I lowered my gaze, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain to me.”

The time for his assurances s was long gone.

His expression emptied, as if something within him shattered, “You… don’t care anymore?”

I said, “No, not anymore.”

His gaze lingered on me, silent for a long moment before he spoke with clear, stubborn words. “I don’t believe it”