Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 32

About fifteen minutes later, the car slowly rolled into the driveway.

“We’re home, Bryant, I announced as I opened the car door.

Unexpectedly, the man beside me, who was out cold from drinking, slumped toward me as I opened the door.

I frowned, bracing myself to hold him up. “Can you stand up on your own?”

But I got no response.

Left with no choice, I had to wake Emma, who was sound asleep, to help me get Bryant back into his room.

“Mrs. Ferguson, do you need help?” Emma asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“No, it’s fine. Go back to sleep,” I replied, feeling sorry for disturbing Emma’s rest.

After Emma left, I struggled with the nausea from Bryant’s alcohol fumes as I bent over to help him out of his shoes and tie, then straightened up to head downstairs. But as I turned to leave, I found my hand suddenly gripped in his.

“Sweetheart…” he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where

open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see who I

pulling

just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When

lightly, “Is that so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough, being married to a woman you don’t love.”

words in the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly in my

be foolish anymore.”

not tough…” He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s the

least your eyes aren’t blind.” I

perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he

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I

mumbled a few more words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I

ensuring he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to

up in the middle

up the next day without a hangover.

the divorce papers drafted and I had

ingredients out of the boiling pot, I finally