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

reached a point with Margaret where

open. “Bryant, look

wasn’t cooperating, turning away from my attempts and

quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take

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

to Timothy, were

don’t be foolish anymore.” I told

usually cold face showing a hint of contentment,

eyes

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

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few more words I couldn’t make out, probably

freed my hand and went downstairs to make

wake up in the middle of the night

wake up the next day

though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this

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