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 eyes

he had reached a point with Margaret where they called each other endearing terms like

tried to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see

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

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

even love Jane. Must be tough, being married to a

the office, spoken to Timothy,

be foolish anymore.” I told

tough…” He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is

your eyes aren’t

elders and Bryant Even if Bryant

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I

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

ensuring he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him a

in the middle of the

wake up the next day without

papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like mine, I still found myself taking care of

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