[For However Long || Book 4]

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»"waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer..."

Los Angeles, CA;

"I don't want to beat around the bush. I just want to get to the bottom of this, so we can move on." Bryson started.

"Can we move on? I feel like every since we got married it's been one thing after the next..." Paris sighed.

"So, you want to get a divorce?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, "That's what you want?"

"No. I don't know. It's just— we're not the same. It's apart of life to change, but our chemistry was left in high school."

"I disagree, I think that we get along great most of the time, at least before we were separated." Bryson shrugged.

"So why did you file for divorce?"

Bryson sighed and wiped his hand over his mouth, "You know why, Paris."

"Ask me about it, then." She shrugged, sitting back.

"I don't care anymore."

"Yes, you do. You're just scared that I cheated on you. If you don't trust me, then we need to get divorced." She said, harshly.

"I trust you, Paris." Bryson replied lowly.

"I don't trust you, Bryson. That's why I got an abortion. I didn't want to be on my own like I was with Sky..." She said, her voice softening.

"What are you talking about? You weren't on your own with Sky." Bryson replied.

"Really? Because every other day, it was Reign this, Caleb that. You didn't even remotely feel bed about waving your side chick in my face. You were always with her, and I didn't want to deal with that again."

Bryson put his hands over his face and leaned back in his seat. He wasn't sure what to say next.

"I miss just when we were friends. You never spoke to me the way you do now and you always wanted to be around me, just me..." Paris smiled sheepishly.

"Paris, I—"

"I think we got married too fast." She said, making him look up at her."We forced a situation."

"We're just having some problems, Paris." Bryson shrugged.

"You cheated on me with Reign."

"You had an abortion without telling me..."

"...Because you were cheating on me with Reign."

"You said you only stayed with me for my money."

"You said you hoped I died."

"...Because you said you only stayed with me for money."

Paris sighed, "Remember how we used to be? Just listening to each other and caring about each other. We never said things like that..."

"So what do we have to do?" Bryson asked, tucking his bottom lip unit his mouth.

"Start over? Cause I want to be with you, but I want to trust you and I want to not feel stupid for still being in love with you."