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.”

letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should be

That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr.

you’re his right-hand man; it’s

not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name

Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not

want Mr. Ferguson’s

silently stared out at the bustling streets,

sighed softly, murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr.

“What did you say?”

noise outside muffled his words,

startled, as if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied,

I was puzzled.

didn’t

wing and working alongside Bryant for

get more out of him would

was

door behind me, chuckling

shambles was one thing, but now, even coming home felt

surveillance.

early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading

relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within the

I passed

envy, jealousy… all kinds