Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 I’m Particular About Women

But he never thought she’d go so far as to tell someone that he and Megan were married.

Megan peeked up at him, trying to read his face.

He looked composed, but she could feel it-the tension in his body, the stiffness in his arms.

“Hugh?” she called his name a few times before he finally blinked back to life.

After getting Megan settled in her room, Hugh was pulled away by Mason.

In the small park behind the hospital, Hugh stood by the riverbank, lighting a cigarette. “What do you want to say?”

He and Mason had been friends since they were kids. Mason had gone through the trouble of dragging him out here-there was definitely something on his mind.

“I’ll say this up front.” Mason began, serious. “I’m just stating the facts. I’m not taking anyone’s side.”

Hugh flicked the ash from his cigarette, his long fingers steady.

“Go on.”

kicked out of New York.”

Hugh turned to look at him. His eyes darkened, unreadable.

Mason added pointedly, “Gwen’s your sister, Hugh. Blood is blood. Don’t turn your back on your own family for someone else.”

Hugh’s voice was low. “If my grandfather hadn’t interfered back then, I would’ve married Megan.’

Mason gave a half-laugh. “Six years can change anyone, Hugh. But Gwen grew up right under your nose. You really think Megan’s the only one who’s ever been innocent?”

When Hugh stayed silent, Mason pressed on. “After Megan sent you that breakup text, she left the country without another word. Do you even know why she ended things?”

Hugh’s face turned stormy.

Mason kept going. “She says she’s had a rough six years. She

says everything she’s doing now is for you. But have you bothered asking Sir Cavill whether any of it’s true?”

“I know my grandfather,” Hugh muttered. “It’s something he’d do.”

But that stubborn streak in her bones? The temper and impulsiveness? He didn’t believe she’d ever truly changed.

Later, Hugh returned to the hospital room. The nanny was helping Megan with dinner.

He took out his phone and had her pull up her bank number. Once it appeared, he transferred her final paycheck. “Starting tomorrow, you don’t need to come anymore,” he said.

The nanny stared at him in disbelief.

She stood beside the bed, flustered. “Mr. Cavill, Ms. Ridley, if I did something wrong, please tell me. I’ll fix it.”

Hugh lowered his gaze, masking his expression. “You’re not the right fit. Pack your things and go.

She looked to Megan for help. Megan kept her head down and didn’t say a word.

Hugh was the one paying her. If he said she was fired, she had no right to object.

And truthfully, Megan had been quite happy with the nanny. Just yesterday, she’d mentioned to Hugh that she wanted to give the woman a raise next month. So why did he fire her out of the nanny had stepped in to defend her and said something that may have crossed a line.

Gwen must’ve complained to Hugh. That was why Hugh let the nanny go.