Chapter 122
The barrage of accusations came flying, leaving me totally dazed.
I
Clutching my aching belly, I managed a faint reply, “What did you say?”
“She miscarried!”
Bryant pointed towards the hospital room, his eyes dark and stormy, “She lost her baby! The doctor said it’s going to be really hard for her to conceive again! Jane, are you happy
now?!”
His question shook me to the core, my throat felt like it was clogged with a waterlogged sponge, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. It took me a moment to find my voice, “She miscarried, huh?”
But… so did I.
The blood that flowed from me… it was our child, the one I had been sincerely looking forward to for so long.
always thought, even if one day this terrible marriage was over, I’d still have a child by my side.
But now, there was nothing left.
It felt like… there was nothing to look forward to anymore.
What he referred to as Margaret’s “tantrum” took everything from me.
But in the end, I was the one to be blamed.
Bryant stared at me intensely, his jaw clenched, “Seeing her miscarry makes you happy?”
I laughed even more wildly, “Yes, she deserves it!”
Her child for mine, and still, it didn’t quench my hatred.
Smack!
His expression turned icy, a slap landed firmly on my face, “Jane, how can you be so heartless!”
I stared at him in disbelief, unable to tell if the slap was meant for my face or my heart.
All I knew was he didn’t love me, but I never imagined he would call me heartless, or even hit me, over Margaret.
Years of feelings turned into a joke in an instant.
As I laughed, holding back tears that threatened to spill, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped him back without hesitation!
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Chapter 122
“Bryant, it’s over between us!”
Completely over.
He winced, a mocking smile on his lips, “Over? You’ve wanted it to be over for a long time, haven’t you?”
Christine, frustrated, burst out, “Bryant, what are you even saying? Isn’t Jane’s life valuable too? You’re supposed to be her husband, why are you treating her like this over someone else? She just…”
“Her husband?” Bryant’s voice rose sharply, looking down on me with disdain, cutting me off, “Does she even want me to be her husband, or does she want someone else to be?”
This was absurd. The pain in my body intensified, and I could barely stand up straight without Christine’s support, “Bryant… what are you talking about?”
“Drop your act.” Bryant scoffed, “Did you go to that concert by yourself?”
I realized what he was getting at but didn’t get a chance to respond. He sneered, “You’re always blaming me, but you went to a concert with Mark behind my back. Isn’t that a bit hypocritical, Jane?”
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, my body shaking with it.
“You’re right, Bryant, I’m exactly that kind of hypocrite, happy now? Since we both think so lowly of each other, let’s just end this. I’ll see you at City Hall, on the 5th of next month. I’ll resign tomorrow, and I’ll send the design competition entries directly to them. Let’s end
this.
“Jane…”
As I uttered my last word, he suddenly seemed panicked.
With Christine’s support, I left without looking back, and he seemed to get even more
infuriated.
Behind me, his voice, cold and harsh, echoed, Jane, you’re so eager to leave me for Mark? Don’t be naive!”