When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 451 I had just managed to slip away when...

Gregory glanced towards the bathroom before nonchalantly answering the call. With his extensive network of connections in the UK, finding out if Jane was really there wouldn't be a problem. Yet, all Ophelia could dig up was a mere trifle. Either Ophelia was slipping up, or it was Lucius.

On the phone was Lucius.

"Mr. Ford, there's something you need to know. I've just received sinformation. Ophelia's probably tied up and didn't answer her phone, so I'm ringing you directly." Gregory lit a cigarette, taking his time, his voice steady as ever, "Go on." "The info I've just got shows Ms. Webster had been battling depression, on medication for two years. Last summer, she... she attempted suicide by slashing her wrists..." Gregory's pupils dilated, his voice trembling, "The exact date. Or, what... what happened before she did it?" "It was August 23rd." "Damn it-" Gregory's hand shook, burning himself with the cigarette, drawing in a sharp breath-not from the burn, but from a pain deep within.

She had tried... On his birthday last year.

Gregory's heart clenched painfully. His eyes reddened, glossing over as he took a harsh. drag from his cigarette, coughing violently. But it did nothing to soothe the ache inside.

Hunched over, he was the picture of misery.

He dared not recall what he had been doing, what he had said since she returned to the country.

She had filed for divorce as soon as she got back, had cto him.

She had always kept her distance from Mark.

And what had he done? He had been moody, unable to let go of the past two years. He had nearly torn her apart.

Just ten minutes ago, what had he said to her? He accused her of acting. He had used the cruelest words to force her to admit she had not been unfaithful.

But she had never been! Yet he had forced her to prove it.

1/3 Chapter 451 After a while, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Lucius uncertainly called out, "Mr. Ford?" Before he could finish, the door to his office was flung open.

Ophelia stormed in, furious, glaring daggers at him! Lucius waited a moment, then, seeing Gregory remain silent, said, “Mr. Ford, I'll hang up now. Callanytif you need anything. I'll send the information to your email straight away." "Click-" The moment Lucius hung up, a powerful slap landed on his face! Lucius inhaled sharply, wiping the blood from his lip, chuckling, "Should've known you'd have a strong backhand." "Lucius, you're despicable!!" Ophelia, eyes blazing behind her glasses, "What right did you have to tell Mr. Ford?!" "Because it was my people who found out." Lucius said, “Because Mr. Ford has giventhe life I have now. Ophelia, it's the sfor you, for me, for everyone. None of us has the right to betray Mr. Ford." Lucius had never been one for principles.

Over the years, he had blood on his hands, but his loyalty never wavered.

What does liking someone matter? If liking someone meant betrayal, then what separated him from a beast? Ophelia glared at him, asking, "So, you never thought about hiding it for me??" Lucius replied, "No." Ophelia, shaking with rage, asked, "Then why the hell did you sleep withyesterday??" Yesterday, in the office, he had taken her several times! Like a virgin boy exploring for the first time.

She thought that meant he agreed to help her hide it.

But the moment she stepped into Lucius' office today, she sensed something was off.

Damn it.

A classic case of 'hit it and quit it'! And more importantly, how could she face SZ Technology now?? Those who betray Gregory never end well.

2/3 11:28 Chapter 451 Lucius grabbed her hand as she tried to hit him again, playing with it, "Ophelia, I didn't tell Mr. Ford it was you who deliberately hid the information. But just this once. Next time, no one can save you if you're looking for death!" Sitting on the toilet, faced with an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo, I was at my wit's end.

After hesitating for a moment, I called out, "Gregory, Gregory?" "What's wrong?!" Outside, he seemed to snap out of a daze, quickly stepping to the bathroom door and knocking, "I'm here, what is it?" "Could you... could you possibly go upstairs and getsome..." Although I've been married before, we always kept things formal, so I hesitated, "Ssanitary pads?" "...I've got shere." "What?" I was taken aback.

No further response cfrom outside, but soon the door was knocked again, “Open up, please." "Okay."

I carefully stood up and opened the door a crack. His hand, with its m distinct wrist bands, reached in, handinga large bag filled with sanitary products. Overnight pads, super absorbent ones, day pads, tampons...

It had everything.

After getting myself sorted, I saw him lost in thought again and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?" "Nothing."

He shook his head slightly, his eyes tinged with red, as he pylledinto a bug. "I was just thinking, those two years must have been hard on you."

"Not really." I tried to sound upbeat. "Dave and the others were really kind over-to to me, Christine flew over to seeoften, and Snowy was withevery day. Oh, and the old lady next door took great care oftoo." He seemed to force a smile. "Really?" "Of course." I finished speaking and glared at him. "Why do you have so many sanitary products in your house?" 3/3 Meet Hot Singles In Your Area - Registration Free Now! > X