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.”

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

don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson

okay, you’re his right-hand man; it’s

Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in

truly be his wife – not just

You want

silently stared out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity,

murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s

“What did you say?”

outside muffled his words,

he’d spoken out of turn, and

I was puzzled.

I didn’t

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

to get more out of him would

off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin reported back to

closed the door behind

but now,

surveillance.

next day, I got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to

common knowledge within

I passed the

envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares were coming