I had to admit power was quite the commodity. With just a few words from

Bryant, I realized I was well and truly trapped. If he wanted, he could have his

bodyguards form a literal wall around me, making it impossible for me to

leave.

Lips pursed, I decided to turn around, bypassing him with a cold demeanor,

and headed straight back to my room. And immediately, I locked the door

behind me.

So, he wanted to confine me there? Fine, let him. After all, I was just a loaf at

this point.

The Ferguson Mansion lacked nothing. It provided good food, fine wine, and

staff at beck and call. At most, I’d just wait out the cooling-off period for the

divorce, and I’d be free.

The housekeepers

messing with his stuff, so their

mopping.

ever moved. My slippers, skincare stuff, books by the bed,

everything was just where

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the other half of the bed, Bryant’s side, bore the

this room and hadn’t erased

existence there.

I had finished showering, there was

didn’t move an inch, not

voice came through. “Mrs.

me up and heading for the door.

my tone was

didn’t seem to mind and started

I just checked

to see a

him.”

it,” I said

with them.”

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