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.

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

to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see

attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering, “Jane, my wife

myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober,

But you don’t even love Jane. Must

words in the office, spoken to Timothy,

foolish anymore.” I told myself inwardly.

tough…” He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint

least your eyes aren’t blind.” I snorted.

perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t

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probably thinking I had left, and drifted back to sleep.

asleep, I freed my hand and went

to wake up in the middle of the night

up the next day without a hangover.

formed over the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like mine, I still

of the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my