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.

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

pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look

my 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, he would

so? But you don’t even love

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

don’t be foolish anymore.” I

He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s the best

aren’t blind.” I snorted.

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

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I

out, probably thinking I

I freed my hand and went

the middle of the night after drinking

wake up the next day without a

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

of the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my forehead in frustration.