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.

remained untouched. The housekeepers

his stuff, so their

mopping.

slippers, skincare stuff, books by the

was just where I left

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bed, Bryant’s side, bore the signs

He stayed in this room and hadn’t erased any

existence there.

had finished showering, there was a

move an inch, not wanting to

came through. “Mrs.

got me up and heading for the door.

Gary’s unexpected betrayal, my tone

didn’t seem to mind and started awkwardly, “The housekeepers

Ferguson’s clothes soaked in blood. I just checked on him, and his

refuses to see a

him.”

can take care of it,” I said firmly. “Or Teresa.

with them.”

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