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 eyes still

calling for me. More likely, he had reached

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

turning away from my attempts and pulling my hand closer,

beat. But I quickly reminded myself, thinking Bryant was just drunk. wouldn’t take it seriously. When he was sober, he

don’t even love

to Timothy, were etched

anymore.”

a hint of contentment, drunkenly saying. “My wife

least your eyes aren’t

perfect toward the elders and Bryant Even if Bryant

Chapter 32

I

out, probably

I freed my hand and went downstairs to make him

to wake up in the middle of the night after

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

formed over the three years. Even though I’d had the divorce papers drafted and I

the boiling pot, I finally realized what I was doing, smacking my