When Love Breaks by Jack

I couldn’t see through Bryant.

All I could do was instinctively step back. “What do you mean?”

“Can we not get a divorce? Please?” Bryant clutched my wrist, his fingers

tracing my pulse, “From now on, it’s only you that I want. No one else

matters.”

I asked, “Including Teresa and Margaret?”

He said firmly, “Yes.”

“Bryant,” I sneered, full of disbelief. “Can you even convince yourself of that?”

If it was a sudden epiphany, it was far too late. I hadn’t expected him to

but it wasn’t enough to

still

him squarely, saying firmly, “Yes, I

lost the

right

say yes.

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me to help someone

the slap he gave me as I miscarried

Our marriage was beyond

for a long while, his

filled with bitter irony. “I could even pretend I

photos. Isn’t that

words felt like a bucket of ice water

me from head to toe,

first, breaking free from his grasp,

that