Jayce's POV
By the next day, Brielle had packed almost everything. Her clothes were gone, her pictures removed, leaving only a few things behind. The only evidence that she’d ever lived there was our wedding photos still hanging on the walls.
That evening, Luke found me drowning my sorrows at a bar.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Luke patted my shoulder as he settled down next to me. “Wow, you look a mess. Have you been drinking for long?”
I waved a lazy hand at him. “Go away. I’m not in the best mood to converse.”
“Trouble at home?” Smirking mischievously, he leaned in. “Everyone heard her break up with you… or have you guys settled it?”
I didn’t answer.
“Damn, you must’ve not settled it, if you’re here drinking alone.” Luke smacked the back of my head, his hand light. “Go make up with her,
