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.

with his eyes

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

look at me. Do you see who I

turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand

heart skipped a beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t

you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough, being married to a woman you don’t

office, spoken to Timothy, were etched

be foolish anymore.” I told

cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is

your eyes aren’t

perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love

Chapter 32

I

I couldn’t make out, probably

I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him

to wake up in the middle

he’d wake up the next day

I had moved out of this house that no longer

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