Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Even though the thought of continuing my marriage with Bryant was the furthest thing from my mind, hearing Timothy’s staunch defense still warmed my heart.

Bryant’s lips were a tight line. “I’ve failed Jane, but remarrying was never in my plans.”

“Never in your plans? If that were true, why would Jane consider a divorce? Isn’t it because you’ve broken her spirit?” Timothy didn’t believe a word.

Leaning on the cane, Bryant slowly stood up. “I truly haven’t considered it. However, I can’t just abandon Margaret. After all, she is pregnant.”

“Look at you, Mr. Philanthropy!” Timothy hurled a teacup at him.

Bryant didn’t dodge, taking the hit squarely on the forehead, blood quickly beading at the surface. Yet, his expression remained unchanged, seriously saying, “I promised Teresa l’d. take care of Margaret.”

Timothy fumed. “And what about Jane? The office rumors are vicious, bringing Margaret close and painting Jane as the homewrecker. How is that fair to her?”

Bryant said, “Jane’s far stronger and more independent than Margaret, not easily swayed; by others, let alone affected by baseless rumors.”

I never imagined Bryant’s praise would come under such circumstances. It was the praise that only filled my chest with bitterness.

I wasn’t born strong and independent. I was once like a flower in a greenhouse. Left with

that the reason no choice, I used all my strength to grow into resilient wild grass.” Bryant made me suffer time and again?

“Have you ever considered, Jane growing up without parents, living under her aunt’s roof,

‘t strong and how many cold stares she endured? Who could she rely on if she wasn’t strong independent?” Timothy sighed, his voice filled with anger and disappointment, “Can she really depend on you, when you’re the husband that’s hurting her all the time?”

Bryant’s eyes suddenly dimmed. “She never shared any of this with me.”

“It’s because you’re not worthy of her trust. Ask yourself. Have you ever been a good husband for even a day?” Timothy’s rebuke was cold.

Bryant pressed his lips together. “You got me a good wife, but I’ve disappointed you.”

“It’s not me you’ve disappointed. The person you’ve disappointed is Jane.” Timothy seemed resigned, and the argument faded into silence.

Bryant’s last words spun in my mind, leaving a lingering bitterness. Perhaps all peaceful separations ended with one person handing out a “nice guy badge.”

Suddenly, the study door opened.

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Chapter 103

Leaning on the doorframe, Bryant appeared thinner than I remembered, his features more pronounced. His usually straight posture hunched slightly, blood still trickling from his forehead.

“Your wound…” I wanted to be indifferent, but seeing him like that, I couldn’t help but

express concern.

Bryant chuckled softly, his gaze tender. “Worried about me?”

“Suppose so.” I admitted freely, “If the dog in the yard got hurt, I’d ask, too.”

“Would you dress the dog’s wounds?” He looked at me seriously.

I nodded, “Of course.”

“Then come on, help me with mine.” He steadied himself against the wall, taking my hand. and leading me to our room.

I instinctively tried to pull away. “You’re not a dog…”

“Ouch…” Perhaps I pulled too hard, aggravating his wound. He winced in pain but didn’t let

go, his voice a mix of hurt and sincerity, “But I can still feel pain.”

“Oh.” Seeing his genuine expression, I didn’t dare move again.

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