Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 377

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Fiona was far from convinced. “There’s no point in this meal. Let’s just call it a day and go home,” she declared, her voice laced with doubt.

Once the parents had left, Gwen couldn’t shake her worry and stuck close to Hugh. “Hugh, seriously, were you lying to everyone?” she asked, furrowing her brows.

“Just give me some space,” Hugh replied, his expression unflinching.

The moment Gwen walked away, Hugh pivoted.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, right in front of Barry’s eyes.

Barry saw Hugh propping himself against the wall, bent over in obvious pain. He stepped forward and handed him a tissue.

Hugh looked up, and when he saw it was Barry, his eyes turned red with emotion.

“Barry, don’t tell your sister,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse.

Barry stuffed his hands in his pockets nonchalantly. “You’re not in our family anymore. You and my sister are done. I won’t

Barry’s steps faltered for a brief moment, but he kept walking without looking back.

A waiter sidled up to Hugh. “Need a hand, sir?”

Hugh just shook his head.

He couldn’t remember how he got home.

Exhausted, he flopped down on the sofa. All he could see was

Bethan’s face in his mind.

As he took out the crystal pendant he always carried, a sharp pang shot through his heart.

Hugh felt so unworthy of love, so untrustworthy.

In his mind, he didn’t even deserve to live on this planet.

He owed Bethan big time; even his life couldn’t square the debt.

In the silence of the night, the empty room echoed with his muffled sobs, full of pain and hopelessness.

“Bethy, don’t worry. I’ll stay out of your life,” he whispered.

They went their separate ways, like two trains on different tracks, never to cross paths again.

Fast-forward to Bethan’s birthday.

She got up bright and early to start her day.

As she leaned over the sink to wash her face, something slid off her collarbone.

She instinctively reached for the necklace around her neck, but it was too late.

The diamond necklace that Hugh had put on her all those months ago had fallen into the sink and was swept down the drain.

Bethan stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. A sense of unease settled in her stomach.

That necklace had been a parting gift from Hugh when they divorced.

She remembered taking it off once, which had really ticked him off.

He’d dragged her back home from the hospital and put it back to steer clear of Hugh’s outbursts.

One moment, it was intact around her neck; the next, it snapped without warning.

In an instant, it slipped down the sink’s drain.

Bethan shut off the faucet and stood in front of the sink, her mind a storm of unease.

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shattered mess at his feet, as if his heart had imploded.

A searing pain ripped through his chest.

He doubled over, bracing himself on the table.

A coppery taste welled in his mouth, and a stream of blood shot from his lips. His body swayed violently, blood trickling down his chin.

His vision blurred, and he crashed to one knee with a thud.

Hugh was so disoriented that he couldn’t pinpoint where the pain was coming from.

With a quivering hand, he scooped up the broken pieces and, like a man possessed, attempted to piece them back together.

The more he tried, the more frantic and desperate he became.

In the end, the pendant remained in shards.

Hugh slumped against the table leg, sitting on the floor in a pitiful state.

He tilted his head skyward, and tears spilled down his cheeks.

His pain-stricken eyes dulled to a lifeless glaze.

Snatching up his phone, Hugh started making calls.

He reached out to his sister, saying, “Hey, not gonna make it to the office today. You just keep things running, okay?”

Then he rang his mom. “Mom, don’t worry. I just need a bit of rest.”

Finally, he called Mason, saying, “Hey, remember to send me a pic of Bethan at the party. I’m sure she’ll be looking amazing in a dress.”