Chapter 331: CHAPTER 331

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Chapter 331

“Bryant, in your envisioned grand plan, am I supposed to be grateful and teary–eyed by now?” I asked sarcastically.

“No.”

Avoiding my gaze, Bryant loosened his tie with one hand, “I just hoped life could be a bit easier for you.”

“Sure.”

I didn’t rush to disagree, speaking softly, “So, name your price. Pull your shares out of Janedream, get rid of that 51% stake, and I’ll breathe easier.”

From the start, it seemed we never truly understood each other.

He once saw me as a weed in the desert, barely sparing me a glance. And now, he treated me like a rose in a greenhouse, too delicate to handle anything rough.

As for me? I’d lost all trust in him.

Why insist on staying together then?

He suddenly looked at me, his lips a tight line, “Jane…”

I smiled, “Didn’t you say you wanted me to have it easy?”

“With RF backing you up, you’ll have it easy.”

I looked down at the bustling traffic below the skyscraper, and after a moment of silence, I felt a wave of melancholy, “Bryant, you’ve never understood what I truly want. You haven’t even given me the basic respect I deserve.”

“I know…”

“What do you know?”

As I spoke, my feelings were a tangled mess. “Before you decided to invest, did you ever respect my wishes? Did you even let me know that you were the one investing in Janedream?!”

“What are your wishes then?”

Bryant, unusually humble, his noble features softened with emotion, “Alright, I promise, from now on, I’ll respect your wishes as much as possible…”

I couldn’t help but interrupt him, “My wish is that I have nothing to do with you!”

He dismissed the idea without a second thought, “That’s impossible.”

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I gave a knowing smile. “See? All that respect and good intention come from what you want,

The person he wanted to satisfy was never me; it’d always been himself.

Bryant frowned deeply, his expression turning cold, “Have you always thought this way?”

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“When you were putting up with Margaret making a fuss daily, you said it was just to repay a favor.”

Bringing these up, I was surprisingly calm, “When Dorothy showed up, you dropped a few words to make me trust you and then pushed me away.”

“Even now, your eagerness to reconcile is just because you’re not used to being alone.”

“Did you ever ask me, through everything, did you ever ask me what I think?”

“My thoughts never mattered.”

“You only care about how you feel. As for me, as long as I don’t die or leave you, satisfying your occasional possessiveness is all I’m needed for.”

As I spoke, Bryant’s initially cold expression revealed a hint of remorse, “Jane, it’s not like you think. I might not know how to love someone, I’ve disappointed you a lot, but it wasn’t for the reasons you think.”

“Bryant.”

Under his puzzled but earnest gaze, I slowly said, “I won’t reconcile with you.

Being his wife was too difficult, too exhausting

Even now, thinking back on everything, it all still tasted bitter.

Bryant seerned to have a lot he wanted to say, his voice tight, “No matter what, you won’t forgive me?”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Whether I forgive you or not isn’t important. You should ask our child if she forgives you.”

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