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?

of messages on

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

care of

me to take care of myself. Most were trying

before calling Bryant. But it wasn’t him who answered.

overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in

closed my

unstable. Bryant

Station? I’m being held

stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers, and strode toward me. His eyes,

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

nodded without hesitation.

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

sneer. “Well, I don’t

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