Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 415

Regret and discontent mingled in Bryant’s heart, but Steven seemed unfazed. “Look, man, you should’ve never been the one to bring up divorce first. What’s critical between two people is that push and pull, you know? Love’s all about that tug of war.”

Bryant stayed silent for a moment before asking, “Is there still a chance to fix things?”

An idea struck Steven. “Play the sympathy card.”

“Sympathy card?” Bryant was skeptical, “No use, she won’t fall for that.”

Steven shrugged, “If the soft approach won’t cut it, guess we gotta play hardball.”

Hardball, huh.

Two years back, he had watched her, driven to the brink by his own actions, losing sleep and barely eating. He’d consulted his therapist about it, who mentioned it looked a lot like depression. The severe kind.

Swirling his drink, for the first time, he felt utterly helpless. He couldn’t control her anymore. But to let her be with Gregory? That was something he couldn’t

1. do.

When I got home, Christine was lounging on the couch, deeply engrossed in a video game.

Seeing me, she looked up, surprised, “You’re back?”

should I not

my coat and went over to the kitchen sink to wash

her game, teased, “Looks like Gregory didn’t impress much, huh? I guess being handicapped

not exactly

on the way home. “It’s more like he’s still recovering from

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an injury.”

real disability, his muscles would’ve atrophied by now.

at me, her expression changing, “Wait,

was jumping to conclusions, so I explained, “Got caught in the rain. Just borrowed a shirt from his

just tossed them there and in my haste, forgot to grab

nodding, “Does he know about your

“Yeah, he knows.”

from the fridge, “He thought I’d been happily living at the Ferguson

you set

“Nope.”

took a sip of the cold water, soothing my throat, before kicking off my shoes and sitting cross–legged on the carpet, “How could I explain? Tell

me because of his depression. And him finding out would only