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

calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point

his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do

and pulling my hand closer, whispering, “Jane,

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

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

in the office, spoken to Timothy, were

foolish anymore.” I told myself

face showing a hint of contentment,

your eyes aren’t blind.”

family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even

Chapter 32

I

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

sound asleep, I freed my hand

wake up in the middle of the night after drinking too

wake up the next day without a

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

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