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.

had reached a point with Margaret where they called each other endearing terms

open. “Bryant, look

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

reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take

pursed my lips, saying lightly, “Is that so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must

office, spoken to Timothy,

don’t be foolish anymore.” I

hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My

eyes aren’t blind.” I snorted.

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a few more words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had left, and drifted

sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs

up in the middle of

up the next day without a

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

out of the boiling pot, I finally realized what