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.

he mumbled with his eyes

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

open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you

attempts and pulling my

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

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

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

don’t be foolish anymore.”

hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s

eyes

Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders

Chapter 32

I

a few more words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had

was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs

middle of the night

wake up the next day without

divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like

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