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.

likely, he had reached a point

pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at

cooperating, turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering, “Jane, my wife is Jane.”

Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was

so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough, being

in the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly in my mind.

anymore.” I

not tough…” He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife

your eyes aren’t blind.” I snorted.

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

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I

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

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him

the middle of the night

soup, he’d wake up the

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