Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 82

“Kevin, hit the gas! Drive Mrs. Ferguson home,” he tossed the words over his shoulder before slamming the car door shut.

Kevin didn’t hesitate, sliding into the driver’s seat, “My apologies, Mrs. Ferguson.”

With a click, the doors locked.

All I could do was watch helplessly as Bryant walked away, slipping into his bodyguard’s sleek car.

The engines roared to life, and as the traffic light flicked colors, our cars veered off in completely different directions.

Just like Bryant and 1, perhaps never meant to walk the same path.

I slumped into the seat, drained and disheveled, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Why bother?

I’ve given him and Margaret

Bryant, what do you really want?

, asking for nothing in return. Isn’t that enough

Kevin drove on, stealing glances at me, and ventured cautiously, “You know, Mrs. Ferguson, there’s no need to go to war with Mr. Ferguson. After all, you are Mrs. Ferguson. Margaret shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind.”

“Kevin.”

lips, “Do you also think that having the title

That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch…

his right-hand man; it’s natural

fight with him. Kevin, you might

love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just

You want

streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered

softly, murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s

1/3

did you

noise outside muffled his words, “Gone where?”

out of turn,

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press further.

raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for years, seldom misspoke.

more out of him would

me off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at myself.

in shambles was one thing, but now,

surveillance.

early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before

common knowledge within

I passed the lobby.

jealousy… all kinds of stares were