Semua Bab Passion in Broken Love: Bab 21 - Bab 25

PatriciaBryce was smiling at me, as if he had won the jackpot. I was still holding on to the scene he created at my house, so I wondered what encouraged him to even look at my face once again.“What do you want?”“I just noticed that your car wasn’t working,” he said, jerking his head towards my car. “I thought I could help. Give you a ride home, perhaps.”“So what?” I threw at him. “You can have something else to use against me? Against my marriage?”“Patricia I only want to help.”“And that’s what I don’t need.” I glanced towards my car, sighing once again. “I’ll be fine on my own.”I locked the car and walked past him, heading towards the stairs that led outside the underground parking lot.“Don’t be like this-”“Oh, before I forget.” I stopped and turned to him, deciding to let my frustration out. “I'm not carrying your child. Seems you were very eager to become a father.”“Patricia, I didn’t mean an

EthanI dropped the towel when I realised I was over aggressively drying my hair with it. The things tunning through my mind were so many and had taken all my attention so that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.I thought sleeping would make the tormenting thoughts go away, but here was I the next day, going crazy over the same thoughts again.Yesterday’s conversation with Patricia, if I could even call it that, was awful. I couldn’t believe our marriage had come to a place like this. I couldn’t believe I had the conscience to speak to her like that. I tried to convince myself that she deserved everything that was happening, but I couldn’t defend myself that way. I couldn’t justify my actions. How was I even going to look at her today?I tightened the towel around my waist and left the bathroom for my closet. I wore my trousers and went back into the bedroom while I put on the shirt.Surprisingly,

Ethan“So how are things?” he asked as we walked past the cafeteria.“Very difficult. I miss my daughter so much, now that I feel like I could lose her. She’s with her grandparents now,” I informed him.“Why though?”“They don’t want her to notice…what’s going on.”“Oh, makes sense. And the Mrs?”I couldn’t hold back my smile when he called her that. “Patricia? I actually don’t know how she is. Things got like this, and it has made me realise how distant we’ve become, so much that I feel like I don’t know her like I used to.”“But you're giving her a chance?”I glanced at him. “I don’t know what I'm doing.”He stopped in front of my door. “You should know. But it’s your marriage after all. The decisions are all yours to make. I can help you with your t