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.”

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

wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you

okay, you’re his right-hand man; it’s

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

craved Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife

want Mr. Ferguson’s

streets, perhaps afraid of

hasn’t Mr.

“What did you say?”

muffled

spoken out of turn,

I was puzzled.

I didn’t press

and

more out of him would be an uphill

off and ensuring I was safely inside,

closed the door behind me, chuckling bitterly

thing, but now, even coming home felt like

surveillance.

prepared myself

was common knowledge within

passed

jealousy… all kinds of