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.”

lips, “Do you also think that having the title of

don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a

his right-hand man; it’s natural you’d

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

wife – not just in name, but without any third

You want

streets, perhaps afraid

“But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart

“What did you say?”

muffled his words, “Gone

spoken out of turn, and quickly denied,

I was puzzled.

I didn’t

under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for years, seldom

to get more out of him would be an

and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin

the door behind me,

but now, even coming home felt

surveillance.

early, prepared myself

Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I

passed

of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares were