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 they called each other endearing terms like

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

He wasn’t cooperating, turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering, “Jane, my

Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he would only choose

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

Timothy,

don’t be foolish anymore.” I told myself inwardly.

hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s

your eyes aren’t blind.” I snorted.

I had been perfect toward the elders and

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I

couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had left, and drifted back to

hand

tended to wake up in the middle of the night after

soup, he’d wake up the next day

drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like mine, I still found myself taking

pot, I finally realized what I