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.

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

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 wife is

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

don’t even love Jane. Must be tough, being married

spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly in

don’t be foolish anymore.” I told

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

eyes aren’t blind.”

the Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he couldn’t

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I

out, probably thinking I had

freed my hand and went downstairs to make him a hangover soup.

up in the middle of the night after drinking too much.

this soup, he’d wake up the next day without

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

I fished the softened ingredients out of the boiling pot, I finally realized what