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.

mumbled with his eyes still

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

eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me.

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

skipped a beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he would

you don’t even love Jane. Must

spoken to Timothy,

foolish anymore.” I told myself

hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife is great. She’s

eyes aren’t blind.” I

the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he couldn’t fault me

Chapter 32

I

words I couldn’t make out,

hand and went

tended to wake up in the middle of the night after drinking

soup, he’d wake up the next day

though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house

I fished the softened ingredients out of the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was doing,