CHAPTER 338: BEYONG THE BETRAYAL

Stanley took Ryan's hand and pulled himself up. He had managed the whole situation terribly, and the regret was instant. He knew he needed to learn how to articulate his thoughts well before saying them out loud, which was precisely why he was still in therapy. "I don't want to fight you, Lorenzo," he said. "Me too," his brother sneered. "I want to beat you to a pulp, though!" he added. They both glanced at their father, who had the strangest look. "Lorenzo," Lauretta called, touching his arm gently. "Your anger is valid, but can we all try to settle this without any more violence?" He let her take his hand and began leading him towards the living room. He didn't feel any regret or remorse… just hurt. His last two relationships had ended because of the same thing—they couldn't get over their exes. It was even more accessible to move on from them because he didn't love them as hard as he loved Savannah. It was beginning to look like a curse because why did he always have to be the