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.

me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where they called each other endearing terms like that.

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

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

was just drunk. wouldn’t take it

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

the office, spoken to Timothy, were

don’t be foolish anymore.”

showing a hint of contentment,

your eyes aren’t blind.”

marrying into 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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more words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had left,

hand and went downstairs to

to wake up in the middle of

soup, he’d wake up the next day without

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

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