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.”

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

that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push,

you’re his right-hand man;

with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but

to truly be his wife – not just in name, but

mean… You want

bustling streets, perhaps afraid

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

“What did you say?”

noise outside muffled his words, “Gone

of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at

I was puzzled.

didn’t press

Gary’s nephew, raised under Gary’s wing and working

of him would be

I was safely inside, Kevin reported back

door behind

thing, but now, even coming home felt like I was

surveillance.

day, I got up early, prepared myself a hearty

common knowledge within the company,

passed

all kinds of stares were