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 Mrs. Ferguson

that Mr. Ferguson tends to

right-hand man; it’s

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

truly be his wife – not just in name, but without

You want Mr.

out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of

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

“What did you say?”

outside muffled his words,

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

I was puzzled.

I didn’t

wing and

more out of

was safely inside,

behind me, chuckling bitterly at

thing, but now, even

surveillance.

got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I drew

passed the

envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares were coming