An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 133

Margaret had discovered since the beginning that Jenson was behaving abnormally that day. Because of his question, she was even more convinced that something was off with him. “Jenson, tell me, what’s the matter? You… don’t seem like yourself today.”

The man took a deep breath and flashed her his usual warm smile. “It’s nothing… Meg, I just haven’t talked to you alone for a long time. I know that you have your concerns, but can you let go of them for now and answer my question?”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Margaret replied, “I don’t know. He’s taken care of me for so many years and is now my husband. It would be a lie to say that I have no feelings toward him.”

The smile on Jenson’s face stiffened. “Your feelings toward him… Are they a feeling of kinship or romantic love? Can you differentiate them clearly? What if… What if I want you to abandon everything and leave with me? Would you say yes?”

His question stunned her. “W-What are you saying? You’re already engaged! What in the world is going on?” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

It was evident that the uncharacteristic behavior of the calm, collected Jenson caused her to feel somewhat unnerved. Something grave must have happened for a person’s personality to change drastically.

Emotions rippled through Jenson’s eyes as if they could whip up a storm whenever. “It was Christopher who forced me to leave the country and get engaged with Waverly. None of them was done on my own accord!”

Margaret felt exceedingly guilty. That’s right… All this happened because of me. But, even then… Would I be able to abandon everything and leave with him? If it were me from three years ago, perhaps I would

agree to it without the slightest bit of hesitation. But now… I can’t.

“If this were three years ago, if I weren’t married and you were still single… and if I weren’t carrying such a heavy burden… I would say yes in a heartbeat. Jenson, no matter what happens, Jo and I are here for you. You can tell me anything and everything; I’ll be your best listener.”

In the end, she made her stance clear–that was, like Jodie, to be his friend.

Jenson chuckled and said, “I’m satisfied enough to hear this answer, I’m fine; I just wanted to see you all of a sudden, I’m sorry to have bothered you, I’ll send you back

now.” He steered the car around and headed in the direction from which they came.

Margaret heaved a sigh of relief. Everyone would have a moment when they would go through a meltdown, and in such a scenario, they needed someone to console them. She felt that Jenson was having one of those moments, and he was in a rush to find someone to support him emotionally. When the haze looming over his mind dissipated, everything would return to normal again, so she did not need to fret over

Meanwhile, Megan was having a confrontation with Hannah in the living room of the Jenkins residence.

“There’s no way I’m leaving Christopher! Don’t even think about clearing the way for Margaret, that b*tch! You were the one who allowed me to get together with him at the beginning! I know she’s your daughter, but am I not too?”

Immensely irritated by her stepdaughter, Hannah slapped Megan on the face. “That’s enough! Can you get Christopher to help our family? If you can’t, then get your hands off him! I will not have my hard work

go down the drain because of you, you good-for-nothing girl! How in the world did I end up having a daughter like you?”.

Hannah had promised Margaret that she would have Megan distance herself from Christopher while she herself would not appear in front of her anymore. As she had vowed to do so, she must keep her word, as that was the only way things would change for the better for the Jenkins family.

Megan did not understand Hannah’s actions. Covering her swollen face with one hand, she hissed through gritted teeth, “You hit me again… Very well then! Since I’m not good enough to be your daughter, I won’t be your daughter anymore!”

At that, she turned and rushed out of the house.

Hannah did not go after her. Her body relaxed as she slumped onto the couch and closed her eyes. She was simply too weary to care about anything else other than Margaret’s response.

Megan sped all the way to Soaring Design in her car. There was rage pent up within her, and she could not find a way to let it out and make herself feel better except by venting it at Margaret,