When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 104

Although we hardly stayed there, the housekeeper kept the place spotless, with no dust in sight. Even the bed linens were changed every three days, fresh and crisp.

Above the headboard hung a wedding photo, a vintage masterpiece crafted by a top-notch editor, seamless and perfect.

It wasn’t until Bryant sat on the bed that I tried to pull my wrist away. He tightened his grip, furrowing his brows. “We’re not officially divorced yet, and you can’t even help me with a little first aid?”

“I’ll grab the first aid kit. What else am I supposed to use?” Feeling defeated, I had no choice but to comply.

Only then did Bryant let go of me. “Go ahead.”

I rummaged through the drawer for the first aid kit, took out the antiseptic and ointment, and stood before him.

The gash on his forehead was ghastly. I slightly bowed my head, one hand supporting the back of his head, the other gently cleaning away the blood.

Timothy had given it to Bryant. As soon as I wiped away the blood, more seeped out.

“Does it

hurts. A lot.” Bryant looked up at me, his

on the wound while disinfecting

him,

dropped slightly, shadowed

unexpectedly harmless vib

heart. “It’s okay. We’ll get

eventually get

to turning in bed and hugging his waist, seeking comfort in his embrace. But lately, I’d often find myself grasping at air, waking up in the middle of the night to

about two people splitting up isn’t the breakup, but getting used to living without each other. In an empty house, when you call out, there’s

Eventually,

silent and asked, “Do

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so will 1.” 1 twisted open the ointment

leave, I knew I had to

was