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

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

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

and

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

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

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

foolish anymore.” I told myself

showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly

eyes

perfect toward the elders

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I

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

I freed my hand and went

wake up in the middle of the night

up

formed over the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this

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