When Love Breaks by jack

Bryant, always so sophisticated, went to such lengths for me. What did I do to deserve this? Yet, our journey to this point wasn't something that changed overnight. And it certainly has nothing to do with what he's wearing. Even if he looked exactly like Gregory, he'd still be Bryant, unchanged.

"I just realized, dressing casually is quite comfortable too."

Outside, even in casual wear, Bryant's nobility wasn't diminished. He said this while lifting his gaze towards the luggage in the living room, his previously gentle expression darkening.

"You're heading to Vista Town?"

"Yes."

"To see Gregory?"

"Yes."

My response was crisp, without a hint of hesitation. Whatever he inferred from my visit to Gregory, I had no intention of clarifying. If it helped him let go of his obsessions, it would be a fortunate misunderstanding.

Unexpectedly, a shadow of anger crossed Bryant's eyes, but he managed to keep his patience. "Vista Town is a mess right now. Going there won't help. Give me some time; I'll handle the situation with Dorothy and her daughter."

"And then?" I asked.

"Come back and be your true self, Mrs. Ferguson," he said.

I was somewhat at a loss for words. "Bryant, why are you acting like a middle schooler, failing to grasp the concept of divorce?"

Divorce, to me, meant that from now on, we were nothing to each other. No more intrusions.

He looked at me unwaveringly, "I know you're upset about how I dealt with Dorothy's situation."

"You want to vent, to have some peace, I get it. But there's one thing you thinking of leaving me, that's not happening."

"I promise, I'll consult with you on everything from now on."

I felt like laughing but couldn't. In his view, it seemed he still believed I was just angry and throwing a fit. A little coaxing, a little embrace, and I would return to his side, becoming the quiet and understanding Mrs. Ferguson, just like countless times before.

Seeing my silence, he pressed his lips together, his voice deep and warm, "Jane, you've loved me for so many years. Those feelings can't just disappear.

It's not too late to start over."

"... Yes." I took a deep breath. "I've loved you for many years, since I was eighteen."

"Loved you enough to marry you unilaterally, to take care of your family, to remain a shadowy Mrs. Ferguson."

"Loved you enough to carry your child, willing to have a child that belonged to us."

"But, Bryant," I said, my gaze steady on him, each word deliberate, "That was the Jane of the past. The Jane now wants to sever all ties cleanly."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to contain his emotions, his lips barely moving, "And if I don't want that?"

"It's not up to you!"

With those words, I firmly closed the door. Not bothering to check if he was still outside, I hurriedly packed my luggage. By the time I left, the corridor was empty. I let out a sigh of relief, took the elevator down, and bumped into Mark.

I smiled lightly, "Hey, Mark, were you looking for me?"

"Yeah."

Mark returned the smile, glancing at the luggage I was pushing, slightly Le puzzled, "Are you going on a trip?"

"Off to Vista Town, still have some unfinished business there."

Mark nodded slightly, gesturing towards the parking garage, “bsaw Bryant's can when I came in. Did he En come to see you?"

17:41

"Yeah."

"He...?" Mark's eyes flickered, seemingly hesitant to continue, "He didn't do anything out of line, did he?"Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

M.e

"No, not at all."

Not wanting to part ways was typical of Bryant; what's so odd about that?