When Love Breaks by jack

"Silly girl," she chuckled. "If I didn't know everything about you, why would I have brought you into our home? I also know about your ex-husband, Bryant."

"That means..."

Something dawned on me, and I couldn't help but ask, "When Dorothy brought Bryant over that time... you already knew?"

"I did it on purpose to give him a hard time!"

She raised her eyebrows, "If he can't even protect his own willing

"Exactly, he deserves it."

he deserves it."

"Listen to me, dear, Bryant might be a good man, but he's too complicated. Life with him would be too exhausting, too bitter."

"We're already divorced," I said with a smile.

She probed further, "Have you truly given up on him?"

"I have." I looked down at my abdomen, my voice tinged with bitterness. "We almost had a child, but he chose to save someone else over me, and we lost the baby."

It was a complete letting go, at that moment.

Everything that followed only made me think that it was better not to have started anything in the first place.

No matter how hard you try to fix a broken mirror, it's still broken. The cracks are always there as a reminder of the real pain it suffered.

Only those who haven't truly let go can piece a broken mirror back together.

Ramona became excited, "That's all the more reason to consider Greg! I guarantee you, he's genuinely a great guy. He might seem indifferent at times, but once he cares about someone or something, it's for life."

"Ramona," I sighed with a smile, "I'm not ready to think about these things..."

Being betrayed and abandoned once was enough.

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She hit the nail on the head, "Do you feel like you're not worthy of him because you're divorced?"

*Yes."

It's widely thought that a woman who's divorced is considered less valuable. Even the Larsons, hearing that Mark was interested in me, tried everything to stop it.

Let alone a prestigious family like the Fords.

"You're young. How are you more old-fashioned than this old lady?"

Ramona scolded me gently, her voice calm and steady, "Let me tell you, how a man or a family treats you is never about whether you've been married before, how beautiful you are, and so on. It's all about their character. Only problematic families need these baseless things to prove themselves."

"The Ford family, rest assured, they wouldn't mind these things."

Her words hit me like a pebble in a lake, stirring my heart, but soon everything settled down again.

Gregory...

Perhaps knowing I could only ever be a stand in, I never even considered it.

And now... it was probably better not to think about it.

Even if the Fords didn't object, I'd only be asking for trouble.

The next day, I went to the Ford Residence to deliver the clothes to Adah. Gregory wasn't home.

Molly was there, though, and she invited me to stay for lunch, making Adah laugh out loud throughout.

After lunch, she dragged me to her room, cautiously probing me about Mark's likes and dislikes.

I raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you promise Gregory yesterday?"

"Well, promises can be broken," she winked.

"Alright then..."

But I didn't know much about Mark's preferences, so I shared only a little.

She took notes diligently on her notebook, and after we finishedm talking, she put her pen away and suddenly said, "Jane, I'm sure my brother would like you."