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.”

pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of

Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to

you’re his right-hand man; it’s natural you’d take

you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only

truly be his wife – not just in name,

You want Mr. Ferguson’s heart?”

bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered

hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been

1/3

you say?”

noise outside muffled his words, “Gone

startled, as if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied,

I was puzzled.

didn’t press further.

nephew, raised under Gary’s wing and working

of him would be an uphill

was safely inside, Kevin

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly

shambles was one thing, but now, even

surveillance.

a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to

Bryant was common knowledge

I passed the lobby.

jealousy… all kinds