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

he was calling for me. More likely, he had reached a point with Margaret where they called

“Bryant, look at me. Do

wasn’t cooperating, turning away from my attempts and pulling

I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk.

saying lightly, “Is that so? But you don’t even love Jane. Must be tough,

office, spoken to

be foolish anymore.” I

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

your eyes aren’t

Ferguson family, I had been perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant didn’t love me, he couldn’t

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I

more words I couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had left, and drifted back to

asleep, I freed my hand and

the middle of the night after drinking

soup, he’d wake up the next

the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that

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