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.

me, she looked up, surprised, “You’re

I not

up my coat and went over to the

on her game, teased, “Looks like Gregory didn’t

“He’s not exactly handicapped.”

the way home. “It’s more like he’s

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an injury.”

it were a real disability, his muscles would’ve atrophied

looked at me, her expression

“Got caught in the rain. Just borrowed

reminded me, my wet clothes were still in his study. I had just tossed them there and in my haste, forgot to grab them

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

“Yeah, he knows.”

fridge, “He thought I’d been happily living

set

“Nope.”

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

plenty of assumptions about me because of his depression. And him finding out would only make

“Fair enough.”