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.

for me. More likely, he had reached a point with

pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at

turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering,

skipped a beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he would only choose someone

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

to Timothy, were etched clearly

be foolish anymore.” I

showing a hint of

aren’t blind.” I snorted.

marrying into the Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he couldn’t fault

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I

I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went

the middle of the night after drinking too much.

he’d wake up the next day

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

the softened ingredients out of the boiling pot, I