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CHAPTER 50

Chapter 50

“Who?” I was puzzled.

He scoffed, “Mark.”

I frowned at him, genuinely clueless about what was on his mind, “Bryant, are you here to catch me cheating red-handed?”

So funny!

His gaze dimmed, lips barely parted, he murmured, “No.”

“So, what do you want?”

Bryant didn’t respond, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, of defeat.

And a sens

The night breeze brushed past, giving me goosebumps, “Speak up, or I’m closing the door.”

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke in a muffled voice, “I just missed you.”

My heart skipped a beat.

I was stunned.

He had flirted with me countless times before, but it was always playful, never heartfelt.

I had always hoped for some genuine affection, him whispering “I love you, I miss you” the heat of the moment. But all I got was silence or a teasing chuckle.

I was used to being let down.

Yet, when he blurted out those words so unexpectedly, they

emotions.

I

still managed to stir my

I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed, “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

“Bryant, look at me closely, I’m Jane…”

“I know you’re Jane.”

He interrupted, his hand gripping the back of my head, and a torrent of kisses fell upon

me, along with a certainty, “I’m thinking of Jane, only Jane, nobody else.”

My name spilled from his lips repeatedly, tickling my heartstrings.

Each time, it made me tremble.

He was like a lion marking his territory, fiercely stealing my breath away.

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Caught off guard, my mind went blank, allowing him to take what he wanted, “Mmm…”

Perhaps, in his eyes, this was consent, his broad hand started to wander over my body. through the thin layer of my clothes.

I

The air grew thinner, and suddenly regaining my senses, I pushed him away, collapsing to the ground, clutching a trash can, retching.

The more I vomited, the more the taste of alcohol churned in my stomach.

I couldn’t tell if I was feeling humiliated or just stifled, but my chest was exploding with discomfort.

What was this all about?

What was I, just someone to turn to after he was done pampering Margaret, to satisfy his needs?

After a moment, I looked up, only to meet his icy gaze, a surge of hostility emanating from him, “When he touched you, you didn’t seem so disgusted. Weren’t you all smiles with him?”

“And what about you? Do you really miss the Jane you had to marry just to protect Margaret?” Anger clouded my thoughts, leaving no room for explanations, I shot back.

Clutching at my last hope, I stared intently at his face.

I wanted to see surprise, disbelief, anything.

After all, I didn’t want to believe everything Margaret said.

But there was no reaction I had hoped for. He just froze, unable to utter a word in his defense.

“Bryant, good job.”

I laughed mockingly, looking down, “Let’s just sign the divorce papers soon, okay?”

I had given him those papers days ago.

Even if the lawyer reviewed every clause three times over, it should’ve been done by now. With that, I turned to close the door, but a force stopped it, without any further action.

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