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.”

“Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should be enough

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 more

man; it’s natural

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

wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name,

You want

the bustling streets, perhaps afraid

hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been

1/3

you

outside muffled his words, “Gone where?”

as if he’d spoken out of turn, and

I was puzzled.

didn’t press further.

Gary’s wing and working

him would be an

ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin

closed the door behind me, chuckling bitterly

was one thing, but now, even coming home felt

surveillance.

I got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to work.

was common knowledge

passed the lobby.

curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares