When Love Breaks by Jack

The meeting place Mark texted me about was a quaint, cozy little coffee shop.

Gregory and I walked in together, “Hey, Mark.”

Mark turned around, and for a moment, something flickered in his eyes at the sight of Gregory, almost betraying his emotions.

His gaze briefly swept over my belly before he returned to his usual, gentle smile. “Jane, didn’t I say you should come alone?”

For some reason, something felt off, but my subconscious trust in him pushed that feeling aside. I smiled, explaining, “Hey, Mark, Gregory was just worried about me going out alone…”

Gregory wrapped an arm around me, his eyes suddenly turning icy as he cut in, “Looks like you might have damaged your base neural circuits there.”

The room went silent for a beat as I processed his meaning.

The fundamental neural circuits play a key role in regulating the flow and rhythm of speech.

Gregory was basically saying Mark had lost his ability to speak sensibly.

squarely at Gregory, “Mr. Ford, could I

at Gregory’s sleeve, worried he might get the

swallowing his pride, “Don’t

all, we both knew

off,” he whispered to me before turning

wasn’t for Granny. But he knew my choice would always be to stay, so he didn’t make it

“Mark, what did you mean

“Let’s sit first.”

of coffee before fixing his gaze on me,

me today, or

biting my lip, “What’s going on

feeling grew

sip of his coffee, his voice still

can give you the antidote,

“What condition?”

“Break up with Gregory.”

glanced outside