When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 82

“Kevin, hit the gas! Drive Mrs. Ferguson home,” he tossed the words over his shoulder before slamming the car door shut.

Kevin didn’t hesitate, sliding into the driver’s seat, “My apologies, Mrs. Ferguson.”

With a click, the doors locked.

All I could do was watch helplessly as Bryant walked away, slipping into his bodyguard’s sleek car.

The engines roared to life, and as the traffic light flicked colors, our cars veered off in completely different directions.

Just like Bryant and 1, perhaps never meant to walk the same path.

I slumped into the seat, drained and disheveled, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Why bother?

I’ve given him and Margaret

Bryant, what do you really want?

, asking for nothing in return. Isn’t that enough

Kevin drove on, stealing glances at me, and ventured cautiously, “You know, Mrs. Ferguson, there’s no need to go to war with Mr. Ferguson. After all, you are Mrs. Ferguson. Margaret shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind.”

“Kevin.”

in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of

That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push, the

man; it’s natural you’d take his

Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs.

wanted to truly be his wife – not just in

want

stared out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid

hasn’t

“What did you say?”

noise outside muffled his

if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly

I was puzzled.

didn’t press

and working alongside Bryant for

to get more out of him would

off and ensuring I was safely

behind me, chuckling

shambles was one thing, but now, even

surveillance.

got up early, prepared myself

common knowledge within the company, I

I passed the

of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares