When Love Breaks by Jack

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

do.

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

she looked up, surprised, “You’re

I

up my coat and went over to the kitchen sink to wash my

her game, teased, “Looks like Gregory didn’t impress much,

“He’s not exactly handicapped.”

thought about it on the way home. “It’s more

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an injury.”

would’ve atrophied

at me, her expression changing, “Wait,

conclusions, so I explained, “Got caught in the rain. Just

me, my wet clothes were still in his study. I had just tossed them there and in my

to ponder for a moment before nodding, “Does he know about your

“Yeah, he knows.”

the fridge, “He thought I’d been happily living at the Ferguson family, playing Mrs. Ferguson for the past

you set him

“Nope.”

throat, before kicking off my shoes and sitting cross–legged on

depression. And

“Fair enough.”