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

More likely, he had reached a point

to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me.

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

myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober,

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

to Timothy, were etched clearly

don’t be foolish anymore.”

He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly

your eyes aren’t blind.” I

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

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

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went

tended to wake up in the middle of

soup, he’d wake up the

I had moved out of this house that no

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