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.”

the window, letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having

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… The

it’s natural you’d take his side.”

not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only isn’t what I

craved Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name, but without any

want

out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I

murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been long gone?”

1/3

you say?”

his words, “Gone

as if he’d spoken out of turn, and

I was puzzled.

didn’t press

raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside

to get more out of him would

and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin reported back to

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at

one thing, but now, even coming home felt like

surveillance.

next day, I got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge

I passed the

of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares were coming my way.