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.

reached a point with Margaret where they called each

look at me. Do you see

away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer,

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

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

words in the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched

don’t be foolish anymore.”

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

eyes aren’t

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

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I

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

freed my hand and went downstairs

tended to wake up in the middle of the

up the

years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no

of the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my