Chapter 113

The next day, when a servant stopped me at the gate of the Ferguson Mansion, preventing me from stepping outside, I realized the truth. Last night was merely a notification.

I knew it was Bryant’s doing, not the servant’s. So, I patiently asked, “Where’s Bryant?”

“Mr. Ferguson left before dawn.”

“Has Gary returned?”

“Not yet, Gary’s handling Mr. Timothy’s funeral arrangements.”

I spoke softly, “What if I need to leave now?”

“Mrs. Ferguson, you can’t leave.” The servant gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where several men in black suits stood guard.

I was shocked. In three years, Bryant’s deceit hadn’t changed. He told me I only had to stay for one night, and then he wouldn’t let me step out the door.

There was a moment when I wondered if he was at all the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every means to invite me out for a meal. Could eight years change someone so completely?

on

Mark were the most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of messages while Mark

care of

only Mark reminded me to take care of

the two of them before calling Bryant.

and Mr.

my

be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to

RiverCity Police Station? I’m being

out with a dark expression, quickly

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night, bore an even stronger sense of oppression. “So, you can’t

without

of breaking. Nor could I accept a husband who was waiting on someone else.

a cold sneer.

“This will only make me despise

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