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

likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where they called each other endearing

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

cooperating, turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer, whispering,

Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he would only

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

the office, spoken to Timothy, were

be foolish anymore.” I

his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is

eyes aren’t blind.”

I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he couldn’t fault me

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I

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

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to

up in the middle of the night

wake up the next day without a

drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt like mine, I

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