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

had reached a point with Margaret where they called

“Bryant, look at me. Do

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

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

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

office, spoken to Timothy, were

be foolish anymore.”

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

least your eyes aren’t blind.”

the Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and

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

ensuring he was sound asleep, I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him a

middle of the night after

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

been 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 no longer felt like mine, I still found myself taking care of

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