When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 114

He was so worried I’d call the cops again, so he didn’t even bother going to the office anymore. Instead, he set up shop in the study for video conferences. I felt uneasy, zoning out in the backyard the entire afternoon.

The next day came the solemnity of Timothy’s funeral, a gloomy atmosphere enveloping everything. A drizzle fell, sending shivers straight to the soul.

I finally left the confines of the Ferguson Mansion, clinging to Bryant’s side, his grip on me firm as we greeted the mourners like puppets on strings.

His temper had been hot these past few days. It wasn’t so much a change as his true colors showed. I had no room to argue. I tried felling Bryant again the night before that Timothy didn’t demand we stay married on his deathbed and that Timothy only forbade Margaret from marrying into the Ferguson family. But he didn’t believe me and said I was lying. And I was too tired to argue.

As the funeral began, I stood silently to the side in a black wool coat, listening to eulogies summarizing an eighty-year life that seemed to end all too easily.

The man who was laughing with me two days ago was then just a memory under the earth.

tears, kneeling at the gravestone. “Grandpa… Why did you have to

react, I turned to

person Timothy would’ve wanted to see

hearing that, Margaret stood up and challenged, “What right do you

and the others. At my words, Margaret immediately softened, clinging to Bryant’s arm. “Bry, I rushed here as soon as

arm away, his expression as still as a deep lake, chilling to the

she quickly complained, “I specifically came for Timothy’s funeral. What’s wrong with

“She is Mrs. Ferguson and has

wasn’t convinced. “You guys

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look, and Gary immediately

are you two doing? I’m still here, and you’re

broke free and ran to

lips together, staying silent, missing Timothy even more. Neither Margaret nor Albert would dare to make such a scene if Timothy were there. I also felt sorry