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.

he mumbled with his eyes

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

to pry his eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me.

from my attempts and

thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it

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

the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly in my

don’t be foolish anymore.” I told myself

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

eyes

had been perfect toward the elders

Chapter 32

I

couldn’t make out, probably thinking I had left, and

sound asleep, I freed my hand

to wake up in the middle of the night after

wake up

the divorce papers drafted and I had moved out of this house that no longer felt

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