Chapter 192


    I looked toward Bryant, adding, “And even if he’s a tricky guy, if I get yed


    and still feel grateful, it’s none of your business.”


    “As long as we’re not signing those divorce papers, everything about you is


    my business!” He seemed almost amused by his anger, his tongue flicking


    against his cheek, “Jane, don’t even think about making me cuckolded.”


    With a calmmand, Bryant instructed the driver, “Drive! Back to the


    Ferguson Mansion!”


    I was baffled, staring wide-eyed at him. “What are you trying to do?”


    “Until those divorce papers are in hand, forget about seeing Mark in secret!”


    His tone left no room for argument, and I was nearly driven to madness,


    struggling fiercely. “What right do you have to control my life?”


    He remained unmoved. “Because I’m still your husband!”


    I took a deep breath, my wordsced with sarcasm, “Husband? What a joke!


    Have you ever believed a word I said?”


    Bryant frowned, his gaze deepening, “You mean what happened at the


    hospital today?”


    I snapped, “What else?”


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    He rubbed his temples, his voice rich and deep, “You’re not a child anymore.


    You should know, even if you call the cops, everything requires evidence.”


    “Are you a cop or my husband?” I looked at him steadily, asking as calmly as


    I could.


    How could he be so clear-cut, iming to be my husband on the one hand,


    yet never trusting me? Could a person be so divided?


    Bryant stiffened slightly, his lips pressing together. “But they’re not criminals.”


    I clenched my fists. “They are your lover and future mother-inw, right?” This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Bryant tried to exin, “Jane, listen. Margaret and I…”


    “Stop,” I smirked, though my eyes were cold. “You doubt my rtionship with


    Mark just as much when I tell you nothing is happening. What about you and


    Margaret? I bet it wasn’t just a one-time sleepover!”


    I was stunned. My instinct was to argue, but looking at Bryant’s expression, it


    didn’t seem like a lie.


    I knew pursuing it would lead nowhere, so I turned my head. “What did you


    say to Mark just now?”


    Bryant snorted, “Want to know?”


    I admitted, “Yes.”


    Bryant was unfazed. “I said I could withdraw the divorce application


    unterally.”


    Anger surged within me, my teeth clenched in fury, “Bryant, you’re


    despicable!”


    His eyes were as cold as ice. “I have many more despicable methods. Want


    to try?