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 still

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

eyelids open. “Bryant, look at me.

from my attempts and pulling my hand

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

But you don’t even love

the office, spoken to Timothy, were etched clearly

foolish anymore.” I told myself

He nuzzled my hand, his usually cold face showing a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife

eyes aren’t blind.” I

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

Chapter 32

I

few more words I couldn’t make out, probably

freed my hand and went downstairs to make him a hangover

to wake up in the middle of

soup, he’d wake up the

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

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