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

should I

up my coat and went over to the kitchen sink to

like Gregory didn’t impress much, huh?

“He’s not exactly handicapped.”

the way home. “It’s more like he’s

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an injury.”

real disability, his muscles would’ve atrophied

looked at me, her expression changing, “Wait,

conclusions, so I explained, “Got caught

still in his study. I had just tossed them there and in my haste, forgot to grab them when I

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

“Yeah, he knows.”

grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, “He thought I’d been happily living at the Ferguson family, playing Mrs. Ferguson for the past

you set him

“Nope.”

shoes and sitting cross–legged on the carpet, “How

plenty of assumptions about me because of his depression. And

“Fair enough.”