When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 397

Before he could finish his sentence, my phone slipped from my trembling fingers.

I was standing by the window, my fingers trembling non–stop, until Bryant left. His Rolls Royce slipped out of Ferguson Mansion into the darkness of the

night.

Until its taillights vanished from my sight.

Twenty minutes passed before I could bring myself to open the drawer of my bedside table and pull out a paring knife, pressing it against my wrist.

Blood flowed, warm and glaring.

But the cut wasn’t deep. Not enough to kill.

Barefoot, I twisted the doorknob and stepped out, heading downstairs, where Gary met me. “Mrs. Ferguson, Bryant asked me to…”

He stopped mid–sentence, startled by the blood trailing down my arm.

“Gary, I don’t mean to be a burden.”

Pain seemed foreign to me as I grabbed my car keys. “Let the bodyguards know to let me out, or else Bryant will only find my body upon his return.”

Gary, eyes filled with pity, followed me to the car, hastily opening the door for me. “Why do this… Bryant only wants what’s best for you…”

“For my best?”

into the driver’s seat. “It

haven’t felt the pain yourself, then you

car sped along the

to wrap my wrist with the gauze I had been

inding the

wound.

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my eyes glued to the road, one

research facility.

somewhere, he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “Jane, got a bit of

had to

“Beep, beep-”

a speeding truck appeared out

swerve right, maybe to safety, but for some odd reason, I ended

waters of early

The cold was piercing.

became more and more

I woke up, I was in a

died. The wound on my wrist had been neatly

heavy sigh of relief. “Jane, you’re

“Mark…”

been cut open, talking was pure torture,

been following your

safe here. No one