When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 113

The next day, when a servant stopped me at the gate of the Ferguson Mansion, preventing me from stepping outside, I realized the truth. Last night was merely a notification.

I knew it was Bryant’s doing, not the servant’s. So, I patiently asked, “Where’s Bryant?”

“Mr. Ferguson left before dawn.”

“Has Gary returned?”

“Not yet, Gary’s handling Mr. Timothy’s funeral arrangements.”

I spoke softly, “What if I need to leave now?”

“Mrs. Ferguson, you can’t leave.” The servant gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where several men in black suits stood guard.

I was shocked. In three years, Bryant’s deceit hadn’t changed. He told me I only had to stay for one night, and then he wouldn’t let me step out the door.

the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary,

on my phone, mainly condolences

most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of messages while Mark typed, [Jane, my

Take care of yourself.]

couldn’t weigh which was more significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying

before

Mr. Ferguson is in

my eyes,

would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to

call. “Hello, RiverCity Police

car also pulled up. He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers, and strode toward me. His eyes, red from

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oppression. “So, you can’t wait to get

without hesitation.

in a marriage on the verge of breaking. Nor could I accept a husband who was waiting on

a cold sneer. “Well, I don’t