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

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

to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me. Do you see who

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 sober, he would only choose someone

you don’t even love Jane.

office, spoken to Timothy, were etched

be foolish anymore.” I told

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

least your eyes aren’t blind.” I

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

Chapter 32

I

words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I

I freed my hand and went

the middle of the

soup, he’d wake up the next day

over the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this

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