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.

More likely, he had reached a point with

open. “Bryant, look at

pulling my hand closer, whispering,

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

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

to Timothy, were etched

be foolish anymore.” I

a hint

eyes aren’t blind.” I

had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even

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I

probably thinking I had left, and

asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him a hangover

tended to wake up in the middle of the night after drinking

he’d wake up the next day without a hangover.

a habit formed 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

I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my forehead in frustration.