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.”

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

just that Mr.

his right-hand man;

not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only isn’t what I

his wife – not just in name,

You want Mr. Ferguson’s

out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered no

murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s

“What did you say?”

muffled his words, “Gone

of

I was puzzled.

didn’t

and working alongside Bryant for years, seldom

out of him would

off and ensuring I was

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at

in shambles was one thing, but now, even coming

surveillance.

prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up

was common knowledge

passed the

all kinds