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.

when I wondered if he was at all the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every

morning, I’d received tons of messages on my phone, mainly condolences for

the most contrasting Christine sent a

Take care of yourself.]

significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me to

only replied to the two of them before calling Bryant.

an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr.

I closed my eyes, “Let it

unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to spare

call. “Hello, RiverCity Police Station? I’m being held against my

He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed

Chapter 113

of oppression. “So, you

without hesitation.

remain in a marriage on the verge of breaking. Nor could

a cold