NovelEnglishChapter 123 I paused, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over me.
The whole world knew how much I loved Bryant, to the point where I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else in my heart. Yet, he always felt like my heart belonged to someone else, There was a twhen I would have gladly ripped my heart out just to show him, "Look, Bryant, it's all about you." But now, that was something I couldn't do anymore.
I even doubted if his nwould still be found within it, when all that remained were scars.
On the way back to Christine's place, she looked atwith such pity, biting her lip before finally asking, “Why didn't you tell him you had a miscarriage too?" "It wouldn't make a difference." I leaned on her shoulder, my voice weak and lifeless, “So he might feel sorry and cback tofor a while. Then what?" I had gone through this too many times. Trying over and over to make things right, only to end up more broken each time.
And the price I paid this twas even more devastating.
"True." Christine let out a long sigh, trying to hold back her sobs, "Let him be with the one who killed his own child. When he finds out one day, let's see how much he regrets it." "He might never regret it." Thinking of how he had coldly interrogatedearlier for the sake of Margaret, I felt both pitiful and pathetic.
What difference would it make if he knew? He would always choose Margaret over me.
The scene on the street today had taughta painful lesson.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe ran towardsfrom afar, but at the moment when I needed him the most, he turned to someone else.
He held her, trembling, and roared with anger...
Suddenly, I felt like my eight years of feelings were worthless.
He didn't love me. Even if I had died right in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to rush to Margaret.
1/3 Chapter 123 Such a profound love, indeed.
Christine grew angrier the more she thought about it, “Jane, should we call the cops?" I gently shook my head, looking out at the motley city lights, “Tell me, in today's RiverCity, who can stand against Bryant?”.
With Timothy around, this situation might have been handled differently, but he was gone now.
What was the point of going to the police? Even if Margaret's crimes could be proven, with Bryant's influence, he could easily turn the tables on me.
All I wanted now was peace, to be far away from them.
Moreover, the words Margaret spewed in her madness today mademore convinced that Timothy's death was likely linked to her.
I wouldn't be the only one to meet a bad end.
There was still a long way to go.
That night, I slept in a daze, the day's events flashing through my mind like a movie.
Waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, my thoughts were incredibly clear.
My baby....
Did it hurt when he left? It must have. So tiny, so very small, he couldn't even cry out in pain.
My heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed, sour and painful, swelling to the point where I couldn't breathe. Only by curling up into a ball on my bed could I find a slight relief.
The next day, I mustered up the energy to go to the office for the last time.
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m Before getting out of the car, Christine grabbed me, earnestly advising, "No touching cold water, don't overexert yourself, avoid the wind and getting cold, got it?"
She had spent the whole night looking up post miscarriage care and originally disagreed withgoing to work today. But I didn't want to drag this out any longer. The sooner I could completely separate from Bryant, the better. "I hear you, don't worry." I replied, resigned.
Entering the office, I found the door unlocked, which puzzledas I turned to Linda, "Did you go in?" 2/3 Chapter 123 I remembered locking the door the night before.
Whenever there was a project or competition, I always locked the door to prevent any leaks of the design plans. Apart from the CEO, only Linda had access.
She was initially focused on her work but seemed startled at my question, quickly.
covering with a smile, “Ah, yes, the weather was nice today, so I opened the window foc sfresh air.” "Thanks, I appreciate it." She had always been a considerate assistant.
The morning was spent handing off tasks and getting everything organized as needed.
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