Chapter CHAPTER 192
I looked toward Bryant, adding, “And even if he’s a tricky guy, if I get played
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 calm command, 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 words laced 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, claiming 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-in-law, right?”
Bryant tried to explain, “Jane, listen. Margaret and I…”
“Stop,” I smirked, though my eyes were cold. “You doubt my relationship 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
unilaterally.”
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?