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.”

my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should be enough

Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push,

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

looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being

love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name, but without any third

want Mr. Ferguson’s

at the bustling streets, perhaps

“But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been long

“What did you say?”

outside muffled

spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing

I was puzzled.

didn’t

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

of him would

was safely

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly

shambles was one thing, but now, even coming home felt like

surveillance.

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

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within the

passed

all kinds of stares were coming