Lost Me Gained Regret

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?

messages on my phone, mainly

and Mark were the most contrasting Christine sent a barrage

of

only Mark reminded me to take care

replied to the two of them before calling Bryant. But it wasn’t him who

“Mrs. Ferguson, there’s been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in

my eyes, “Let

Timothy’s death, the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable

RiverCity Police Station? I’m being held against my

with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers,

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stronger sense of oppression. “So, you can’t wait to get away

nodded without hesitation.

in a marriage on the verge of breaking. Nor could I

lips curled into a cold sneer. “Well, I don’t

matter,” I was exhausted. “This will only make me despise