<b>Chapter </b><b>302</b>
Whether it was announcing an engagement <b>or </b><b>filing </b>for divorce, I was always on board, thinking that would be the <b>end </b>of it and <b>that </b>we <b>could </b>finally go our separate ways.
But unexpectedly, my existence became unbearable for them.
Bryant held me tightly as if trying to merge me into him<b>, </b>whispering soothing words, “No, Jane, that’s not what I meant. Please calm <b>down </b>for a moment.”
“What do you mean, then?” I struggled to keep my trembling body under control, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you going to <b>say </b>you never thought of marrying Dorothy? That sending me abroad was for my benefit?”
A wondered, ‘What about that bullet you fired in my direction or your defense of Dorothy before Ramona? Was it all just a joke? Or <b>did I</b>
deserve it? I can’t and won’t believe it anymore.”
The harsh yet truthful words of the Myers women echoed in my mind. Bryant and I were worlds apart. I had <i>once </i>attempted to bridge that gap because of Timothy, but it was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Even living under the same <i>roof</i>, Bryant and I were like two parallel lines that would never meet.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
At my words, Bryant paused, loosening his grip and resting his forehead against mine, his gaze intense. “Just believe in me, onest time.”
It felt like a scorching touch, making me instinctively want to pull away. Yet, something made me hold Bryant’s gaze. “Believe what? That after three years of marriage, you didn’t even want to have a child with me?”
The words he had spoken the day we went to file for divorce stung like a thorn <b>in </b>my heart. It wasn’t about me but about the child that could have been<b>.</b>
His eyes filled with regret and helplessness, and he hesitated before speaking but was interrupted by <b>a </b>knock.
“Who’s in there?”
There came Gregory’s voice, which was stern and different from his usual carefree demeanor. It was the Myers family’s territory<b>, </b>and Gregory was close with Dorothy. If he found out and mentioned it to Dorothy…
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Thest thing I wanted was more trouble with Dorothy after the divorce. I pushed Bryant away forcefully, but he remained unmoved, his voice low, “What’s going on between you <b>and </b>Gregory?”
<b>“</b>What’s it to you?” My frustration boiled over, ring at him. “Let me <b>go! </b>If <b>Gregory </b>sees you with me, your ns to marry Dorothy <b>will </b>be ruined<b>.”</b>
The moment <b>I </b>finished speaking<b>, </b>Bryant let go. The man who seemed desperate to make promises a minute ago feared his fiancée discovering our entanglement.
I couldn’t help <b>but </b>smirk bitterly as I watched him leave, feeling <b>a </b>slight pang in my heart. Turning around, I opened the door to Gregory’s scrutinizing gaze.
He looked past me into the yard, his voice cold and ominous, “What are you doing here?<b>”</b>
“I, uh, I finished breakfast and got lost. Then I suddenly needed the bathroom and saw this door open…”
Gregory didn’t press further, returning to his usualid–back demeanor. “This <b>isn’t </b><b>a </b>ce for you. Don’te in here without reason.”
1 shouldn’t have said anything, but perhaps feeling guilty<b>, I </b>asked, “Why not?<b>”</b>
He answered, “Because it’s not for the likes of you.”
His hand <b>rested </b>on the door, gently pulling it shut and changing the lock code. He was methodical and earnest throughout the process, as if worried about damaging <b>something</b>.