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

he was calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where they called

eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see

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

Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take

lightly, “Is that so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough,

to Timothy, were etched clearly in my

be foolish anymore.” I told

a hint of contentment,

least your eyes

been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant

Chapter 32

I

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

hand and went downstairs to make him

tended to wake up in the middle of the night after

up the next day without

three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like mine,

I finally realized what