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.”

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

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

right-hand man; it’s

gaze, “I’m not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand,

and wanted to truly be his wife – not just

You want Mr. Ferguson’s

bustling streets, perhaps

hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been

“What did you say?”

noise outside muffled

out of turn, and quickly denied,

I was puzzled.

didn’t

Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for

more out of him would be an

dropping me off and ensuring I was safely

the door behind me, chuckling

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

surveillance.

prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling

my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I drew many

passed

curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds