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.”

window, letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think

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

man; it’s natural you’d take

might not

Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just

want

stared out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid

“But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s

“What did you say?”

outside muffled his

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

I was puzzled.

I didn’t

and working

out of him

dropping me off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin reported back

the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at

thing, but now, even coming home felt like I

surveillance.

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

common knowledge within the company, I drew many

passed

of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares