Chapter 188


    “Seriously, after all the drama, it turns out Bryant’s just looking out for his


    stepmom number two?”


    “Compared to him,” I pursed my lips, “I’m more curious about how Teresa


    would react if she found out the truth.”


    There she was at the hospital today, fiercely defending Margaret. I couldn’t


    imagine her finding out that her beloved daughter, Margaret, had sneaked into


    her husband’s bed while she was out cold in the hospital bed all these years.


    The showdown between mother and daughter would be quite the spectacle.


    Christine nced at me. “What are you thinking? You seem like you’re up to


    no good.”


    I smirked, “Just wondering when we’ll catch them making love.”


    Christine raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t peg you as someone who liked drama,


    Jane.”


    “Out of necessity.”


    I thought, ‘Margaret, I’ll nail it this time.’


    The bar wasing to life, with loud music assaulting our eardrums and


    couples gyrating on the dance floor, stepping into a world of weird wonders.


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    We were about to book a private booth as usual when Christine tugged at my


    sleeve. “Let’s sit outside. It’s livelier.”


    “Sure.” I knew she had grown ustomed to hanging out with Steven and his


    lively friends over these years.


    We found ourselves a booth and settled in, Christine curling up on the leather


    sofa, pouring us a drink.


    Out of nowhere, Christine started, “Jane, when you and Bryant filed for


    divorce, how did you feel?”


    I was stunned, my fingers tightening around the ss. “A mix of sadness and


    relief.”


    I’d gotplicated feelings.


    Christine’s eyes met mine as she sipped her drink. “Which was it more,


    sadness or relief?”


    Christine probed, “And now?”


    “I’m getting better.” I smiled, refilling my ss, “I’m learning to stop loving


    him.”


    Once Ipletely stopped, there wouldn’t be any sadness or relief.


    Curiously, she asked, “What?”


    I answered, “Having no rtionship at all.”


    Suddenly, arge handnded on my shoulder from behind, a deep voice


    inquiring, “What’s this about having no rtionship?”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.