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

look at me. Do

pulling my hand closer, whispering, “Jane,

a beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it

don’t even love Jane. Must be

to Timothy, were etched clearly in my mind.

anymore.”

a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s the best woman.”

aren’t blind.” I snorted.

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probably thinking I had left, and drifted

asleep, I freed my hand and went

to wake up in the middle of the night

wake up the next day without a hangover.

the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of

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