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 think that

get me wrong. It’s just that Mr.

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

you might not understand,

to truly be his wife – not

You want

the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered

murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart

“What did you say?”

outside muffled his words,

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

I was puzzled.

didn’t press

Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for years,

get more out of him would be

ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin

door behind me, chuckling bitterly at

now, even coming home felt like I was

surveillance.

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

with Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I

I passed the

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