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.

looked up,

I not

hung up my coat and went over to the

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

“He’s not exactly handicapped.”

it on the way home. “It’s more like

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an injury.”

muscles would’ve atrophied by now. But Gregory’s were just like

game and looked at me, her

knew she was jumping to conclusions, so I explained, “Got caught in the rain. Just

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

a moment before nodding, “Does he know about your

“Yeah, he knows.”

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

set

“Nope.”

my throat, before kicking off my shoes and sitting cross–legged on the carpet, “How could I explain?

assumptions about me because of his depression. And him

“Fair enough.”