I couldn't see through Bryant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll I could do was instinctively step back. "What do you mean?" "Can we not get a divorce? Please?" Bryant clutched my wrist, his fingers tracing my pulse, "From now on, it's only you that I want. No one else matters." I asked, "Including Teresa and Margaret?" He said firmly, "Yes." "Bryant," I sneered, full of disbelief. "Can you even convince yourself of that?" If it was a sudden epiphany, it was far too late. I hadn't expected him to believe me, but it wasn't enough to make up for the past between us. His voice was low. "So, you still don't want to remain my wife?" I looked at him squarely, saying firmly, "Yes, I don't." If we could go back to before we lost the baby and he made this decision, I might have agreed in a heartbeat. But right then, I couldn't find any reason to say yes.
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Ê 199/199 Was it when he rushed pastto help someone else when I was knocked down? Or was it when the slap he gaveas I miscarried wasn't harsh enough? Our marriage was beyond saving.
Bryant was silent for a long while, his grip on my hand tightening until, finally, his eyes cleared, filled with bitter irony. "I could even pretend I never saw these photos. Isn't that enough?" His words felt like a bucket of ice water poured overin the dead of winter, chillingfrom head to toe, freezing my blood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI smiled, but tears welled up first, breaking free from his grasp, "So, you never believed me? Bryant, is that what you think of me?" "Jane..." Suddenly, panic seized his features as he extended a hand towards me.
I dodged, stepping back while shaking my head with a laugh. "In your eyes, I'm someone who'd sleep around. How disgusting! Aren't you repulsed by touching me?" He looked stunned. "I didn't mean that..." "Bryant, you jerk!” With that, I turned and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind me.
Mark did messagea few times, I checking if I was okay.
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