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.

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

eyelids open. “Bryant, look at

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

But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was

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

in the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly in my

foolish anymore.” I told myself inwardly.

showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly

aren’t blind.” I

marrying into the Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even

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make out, probably

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to

middle of the night

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

I had moved out of this

fished the softened ingredients out of the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was