When Love Breaks by Jack

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.

mumbled with his

he was calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where

look at me. Do you see

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

just drunk. wouldn’t take it

so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough,

office, spoken to

anymore.” I

hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife

eyes aren’t blind.”

I had been perfect toward the elders and

Chapter 32

I

make out, probably thinking I had left, and

freed my hand and

up in the middle of the night after drinking

wake up

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 still found myself taking

pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my forehead in