FreeNovel| Chapter 91 It wasn't just in my head, nor was it a misunderstanding.
My husband had relegatedto the shadows of our relationship, the part that couldn't see the light of day.
He interrogatedendlessly about my relationship with Mark while insisting I hide. behind the door, out of sight.
Ridiculous, to say the least.
"It's not what you think." Bryant reached out to touch my shoulder, and instinctively stepped back, stuttering as I looked at him. Tears, which I had been fighting back, began to roll down my cheeks. "Don't touch me." "Don't touch me," my mind was foggy, overwhelmed by that single thought.
"Jane, you're overthinking it. I just didn't want..
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis words were cut short by another predictable knock on the door.
Margaret, no doubt, had caused a scene in every room, determined to find Bryant and confront me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken so long.
"Go hand wait for me. I'll explain everything." Bryant said in a deep voice before he opened the door and left.
By the tI collected myself, the outside had escalated, with the door firmly shut, trappinginside.
I was wanting to get out; while someone outside was even more eager to get in.
"Why are you stopping me, huh? I wouldn't do anything drastic! Bry, have you fallen for her? How could you do this to me..." "Margaret!" Bryant's voice was sharp and fierce, cutting her off, "I'm asking you one last time, are you leaving or not?" "Fine, I'm leaving! What's with the attitude? petulance.
Soon, the noise outside dissipated.
Margaret's voice was a mix of whine and After calming myself down, I slowly opened the door and stepped out.
The main act might have left, but the audience lingered, all curious about the "other woman." I wanted to reassure myself that having a clear conscience was enough, but the scorn.
1/2 Chapter 91 and disdain in their eyes felt like knives, cutting deep into my chest.
It was almost unbearable.
But the more it hurt, the straighter I stood, walking out with my head held high, reminding myself this was nothing.
When my parents passed away and we faced bankruptcy, creditors corneredat my doorstep, demanding payment. Their disdain was palpable, even physical, as if I could feel the hardness of their shoes against my face.
They didn't believewhen I said my parents were gone, lockingin a dark room for days until the police arrived.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCompared to those days, this was nothing.
Still, I just couldn't stop myself from hating Bryant, hating his cold heart, his unfairness, and the fact that he marriedwithout any love.
The door to Christine and the others' room suddenly swung open, and Mark appeared, looking anxious. He spottedimmediately and hurried over.
"You didn't leave with Bryant?" "No," I replied, my voice flat.
Mark seemed to sense the tension, aware of the earlier commotion but chose not to mention it. "Want to join when to us inside? It's lively."
I could hear the laughter and banter from within, probably Steven Stirring trouble again for Christine's amusement, but I wasn't in the mood.
Shaking my head, I declined, "You guys have fun. Can you let Christine know I'l be heading back first?" "I was about to leave too," he said, checking his watch, "I'll give you a lift.” "Thanks." I felt drained, eager to retreat to a place where could be alone with my thoughts.
Once in Mark's car, I texted Christine.
"Chris, can I stay at your place a bit longer?" I didn't want to go back to Riverview Estate until Bryant moved out.
I didn't forget what Bryant had said before he left, "Go hand wait for me." 2/2 X
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