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?

received tons of messages on

were the most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of messages while Mark typed, [Jane,

care of yourself.]

Christine, only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most

two of them before

there’s been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in an emergency meeting. I’ll inform

I closed my eyes, “Let

the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable

RiverCity Police Station? I’m being held against

Bryant’s car also pulled up. He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed

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

without hesitation.

in a marriage on the verge of breaking. Nor could I accept a husband who was

a cold sneer. “Well,

I was exhausted. “This will