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 still

reached a point with Margaret where they called each other endearing terms like

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

attempts and pulling my hand

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

you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough,

office, spoken to Timothy, were

foolish anymore.”

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

least your eyes aren’t

marrying into the Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant

Chapter 32

I

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

he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went

in the middle of the night after

this soup, he’d wake up the next day without

the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had

of the boiling pot, I finally realized what