When Love Breaks by jack

"Sorry..." He froze for a moment, as if suddenly snapping back to reality. "My apologies, I just... I want to make things right with us."

"On what grounds?" I looked at him coldly. "Bryant, seriously, why? Deep down, why do you want to start over?"

I used to hang on to every word he said, believing him wholeheartedly.

Only to end up battered and bruised.

But now, I'd woken up from that dream, and there was no way I was going down that road again.

His lips tightened slightly. "Because..."

I cut him off with a cold, mocking smile. "Because you're used to winning. You just can't stand losing."

I'd never believed in those stories where people realize they're hopelessly in love only after they've parted ways.

"That's not it." Bryant's denial was firm, his deep eyes swirling as if trying to draw me in. "I can't live without you. Jane, I'm used to having you around the house, used to hearing you call out my name suddenly, used to you waiting up for me, no matter how late..."

It was all just habit, nothing but habit.

Like losing a teddy bear you've had by your pillow for years and experiencing withdrawal.

I took a deep breath to calm my anger, my words cutting deep. "So, just because you're uncomfortable, I'm supposed to start over with you? Bryant, I've had enough! And as for being Mrs. Ferguson, it was fun while it lasted, but now that you're bankrupt, what's in it for me?"

His brows furrowed slightly. "Me, bankrupt?"

I scoffed, sparing no effort to hurt him. "They all left you, and you think I'm just a trash bin, waiting here forever?"

He looked away, and when his eyes met mine again, they were colder, rimmed with red, his voice laced with irony and obsession.

"So, if one day I become the celebrated Mr. Ferguson again, you'd consider being with me?"

"Maybe!" I tossed the words out carelessly.

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Regardless, all I wanted was a clean break.

Bryant fell silent, but then he suddenly smirked, lifting his hand to caress my cheek almost obsessively. "Jane, remember your answer."

Then, he pulled his hand back smoothly and walked away with confident strides.

After the elevator dinged upon arrival, the hallway and elevator lobby returned to silence.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a dream.

Leaning against the door, I took a moment to catch my breath, straightening the clothes he had ruffled...

But as I did, something felt off. Instinctively, I glanced towards the other end of the lobby.

Gregory was leaning lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, as if he had just watched a fascinating drama unfold.

When our eyes met, he showed no sign of shame for eavesdropping, insteadraising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Looks like your knee's doing better? That kick had quite the power."

I closed my eyes momentarily, then glared at him. "Gregory can't you'go a day without eavesdropping?”

"I'm on my own doorstep," he coolly defended himself. "You're the ones lacking in privacy."

He sure had a way of bending logic.

I couldn't be bothered with him and was about to close the door when he ose the door when he suddenly spoke up. "I have a way to help you cut ties completely."

I paused. "What way?"

The words Bryant left me with were unsettling, as if something else was bound to happen.

He grinned, a mix of mischief and seriousness in his tone, "Be with me."