When Love Breaks by Jack

Gregory had no patience for Mark’s nonsense. If it weren’t for wanting to rack up some good karma for his kid, he’d rather not get his hands dirty again.

But now, he had the antidote in his possession.

He never imagined a day would come when he, Gregory, would put his faith in higher powers.

All for his kid, and for Jane to live a life of peace and joy.

Her life had been too hard in the first half.

“Even without your antidote, I wouldn’t let anything happen to Ramona,” Gregory said, his voice firm with resolve.

“Keep your dirty games to yourself. Make another move on my wife, and I’ll make sure you regret being born a man,” he warned Mark, his tone leaving no room for argument. Mark was well aware of Gregory’s reputation. No one could tame the lion, except for Jane.

But Mark was no coward.

Covered in mud from life’s battles, Jane was his only ray of light, and he wasn’t about to let go.

Not without a fight.

“You won’t figure it out. Even if you bring in a specialist to whip up an antidote, Ramona doesn’t have that much time,” Mark taunted. “The antidote I’ve got is her only shot.” Gregory’s fists clenched tighter.

Mark glanced at Gregory’s ready fists, a sinister look crossing his face. “No matter how low you stoop, your tactics are useless against me.”

Gregory smirked, maintaining his icy composure even in a relaxed stance. “I’ll cure you of your delusions,” he said mockingly. “No need to thank me.”

I trusted Gregory’s judgment, I couldn’t

standing watch outside, tried to reassure me. “Jane, don’t

“I know, but…”

it’s different when you’re in

what felt like an eternity with no sign of Gregory, I couldn’t stand it any longer and tried to step out, only

a familiar and comforting scent, I found myself in Gregory’s

he whispered, his voice both soothing and

hugged him back, seeking comfort

away slightly. “If it’s not sorted, don’t get cozy with

him.

took it

having a privateet my wife. How’s

indecent?”

of our kid. I don’t want them growing up

we’ll have words,” I shot

hand, I asked, “What did Mark say?

on my stomach, hesitating

asked, puzzled by his

was always decisive, doing as he pleased

he have the

“Do you mean…”

crossed my mind in the calm of the car ride,

is