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

the most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of

care of yourself.]

reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying to

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

issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in

I closed my

death, the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to spare me any attention.

Station? I’m being held

up. He stepped out with a dark

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

without hesitation.

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

a cold sneer. “Well, I don’t want

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