# Chapter 175: The Silent Tears of a Little Girl
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 175 of "The Breaking Point of Love" — a chapter that tugs at your heartstrings in the most unexpected way. So grab your favorite drink, get comfortable, and let me take you through this emotionally charged story. Trust me, you won't want to miss a single word.
---
The weekend arrived with a gentle autumn breeze, and Beck found himself at the entrance of Happy Valley, the sprawling amusement park that promised joy and laughter. Beside him stood Jordyn, her small hand clutching Shanice's, her eyes dull and distant. The roller coasters roared overhead, the laughter of children echoed around them, but something was off.
Trevor had arranged everything perfectly — a day out for Jordyn to forget her worries. Beck had agreed without hesitation, knowing full well the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. But as they walked through the gates, past the cotton candy stalls and the spinning teacups, Beck noticed something that made his heart ache.
Jordyn wasn't excited.
She used to be the kind of child who would race ahead, dragging her parents by the hand, her laughter ringing through the air like wind chimes. But now, she walked slower, her gaze lingering on families around her — mothers holding their daughters' hands, fathers lifting little ones onto their shoulders. She looked at them, and her small face grew heavier.
Beck tried everything. He pointed at the merry-go-round, the Ferris wheel, the bumper cars. "Jo, do you want to try that?" he asked, his voice gentle.
She shook her head, her ponytail swinging. "Not really."
Shanice, ever the cheerful one, tugged at Jordyn's sleeve. "Come on, let's ride the dragon! It's fun!"
Jordyn forced a smile. "Okay."
But even on the ride, as the wind whipped through her hair and the dragon swooped and turned, she didn't scream with joy like the other kids. She simply held onto the safety bar, her lips pressed together, her mind somewhere far away.
Beck bought them ice cream — two cones stacked high with chocolate and strawberry swirls. He handed one to Jordyn and one to Shanice, then sat down on a bench beside the swing set.
Jordyn took her ice cream, sitting on a creaky swing, her feet barely touching the ground. She licked it in small, hesitant bites, as if her heart wasn't truly in it.
Beck watched her for a long moment, studying her face. There was something about her features that reminded him of Celeste — the same curve of her jaw, the same sparkle in her eyes. But that sparkle had dimmed.
"Jo," he said softly, "are you feeling down today?"
Jordyn looked down at her melting ice cream, a drop of chocolate falling onto her shoe. Then, in a voice so quiet it almost got lost in the carnival noise, she said, "I miss my mom a little."
Beck's breath caught.
She continued, her words coming out in a halting rhythm. "Back when we were abroad, sometimes I wouldn't see her for two or three months. But she always called me every day. We would chat, and she would tell me stories. Lately... she's been busy with work. And even when she calls every few days, she always answers. She even rushes home to cook for me."
She paused, her small hand tightening around the ice cream cone.
"But now... no matter how many times I call, she won't pick up. That *never* happened before."
Beck felt a pang of guilt. He knew the truth — Celeste and Trevor had signed the divorce papers, and custody of Jordyn had been awarded to Trevor. He wasn't sure how things had been between them since then, but he knew Celeste was hurting. He knew she was trying to move on.
But to a child, that didn't matter. All Jordyn knew was that her mother was suddenly unreachable.
Beck reached out and gently touched her shoulder. "Your mom definitely isn't ignoring your calls on purpose. She's probably just really busy. Things will go back to normal soon."
Jordyn nodded weakly. "Mm. That's what Dad said too."
Beck fell silent. What else could he say? The truth wasn't something you could tell a child without shattering her world.
Shanice, noticing Jordyn's sadness, hopped off her swing and wrapped an arm around Jordyn's shoulders. "I miss my aunt too," she said, trying her best to sound cheerful. "But Uncle Beck said she's been really busy lately and doesn't have time. Grown-ups are always busy. It'll get better soon."
Jordyn looked at her friend and managed a little smile. "Okay."
Beck watched the two girls, his heart heavy. He hadn't contacted Celeste recently — not because she was busy, but because he knew the divorce was a huge change for her. Losing custody of Jordyn must have been devastating. He didn't want to add to her burden by asking her to spend time with Shanice. It would only make her feel worse.
The afternoon passed slowly. They walked through the park, riding a few more rides, but the joy never fully returned to Jordyn's eyes. She laughed when Shanice made silly faces, she pointed at the clowns, but it was a hollow performance.
At around 5:00 pm, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting golden shadows across the park, Trevor called.
"Where are you guys now?" his voice came through the phone, calm and steady.
Beck gave him the location, and within ten minutes, Trevor's sleek black car pulled up to the entrance.
When Jordyn saw her father, something changed. The emptiness in her eyes flickered, and her face lit up like a lamp being switched on. "Dad!" she shouted, her voice cracking with relief. She ran to him, her small arms wrapping around his legs.
Trevor was dressed in a sharp suit, his long coat left inside the car. He bent down, scooping her up effortlessly, and pinched her little cheek with a gentle smile. "Did you have fun with Beck and Shanice today?"
Jordyn was breathing heavily, but now, finally, she looked genuinely happy. "Mmm, it was fun!"
She clung to him, unwilling to let go, as if she was afraid he might disappear too.
Trevor carried her into the restaurant, not putting her down until they entered their private dining room. Once she was settled, he turned to Beck. "Thanks for today."
Beck waved a hand dismissively. "No trouble at all. They played on their own most of the time. I barely had to do anything — it was actually pretty easy."
He glanced over at the two children, who were now busy drawing on napkins, completely absorbed in their own world. Then, lowering his voice, Beck looked at Trevor seriously. "I know you have custody of Jo, but how are you handling visitation rights?"
Trevor's eyebrows arched slightly, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a wry smile. "You think I'm stopping her from seeing Jo?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken accusations and hidden truths.
---
**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, this chapter broke my heart in the best way possible. The way Jordyn tries to mask her sadness, the way she clings to her father, the way she misses her mother — it's all so raw and real. Beck is caught in the middle, trying to be kind but knowing he can't fix what's broken. The tension between Trevor and Celeste hovers over everything like a storm cloud, and yet, through it all, Jordyn's quiet resilience shines. This chapter is a masterclass in emotional storytelling. I'm giving it **⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars**.
---
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Trevor's defensive response suggests that the visitation issue is more complicated than it appears. Did Celeste voluntarily step back? Or has Trevor been pulling strings behind the scenes? I predict that Beck will dig deeper, maybe even confront Celeste, forcing a confrontation that could either mend or completely shatter whatever fragile connection remains between them. And Jordyn? She might become the silent glue that brings her parents together — or the wedge that pushes them apart forever.
---
To listen free the next reviews chatpers, please access website novelsaudio.com and search keyword: The Breaking Point of Love or click the link in the description of this video or if you want to listen or read full the The Breaking Point of Love please access website goodnovel.com