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.”

the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also

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

right-hand man; it’s natural

averted my gaze, “I’m not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not

wanted to truly be his wife –

mean… You want

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

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

“What did you say?”

outside muffled

as if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press

Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant

more out of him would be an uphill

me off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin

behind me, chuckling bitterly

one thing, but now, even coming home felt

surveillance.

early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling

relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within

I passed the

envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares