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 cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also

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

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

might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name

Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name, but

want

the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered

hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart

1/3

did you say?”

noise outside muffled his words, “Gone where?”

spoken out of turn, and quickly

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press further.

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

get more out of him would

was safely inside,

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at

but now, even coming home felt like I

surveillance.

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

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within

passed the lobby.

all kinds of stares were coming