Chapter 82

Chapter 82

“Kevin, hit the gas! Drive Mrs. Ferguson home,” he tossed the words over his shoulder before slamming the car door shut.

Kevin didn’t hesitate, sliding into the driver’s seat, “My apologies, Mrs. Ferguson.”

With a click, the doors locked.

All I could do was watch helplessly as Bryant walked away, slipping into his bodyguard’s sleek car.

The engines roared to life, and as the traffic light flicked colors, our cars veered off in completely different directions.

Just like Bryant and 1, perhaps never meant to walk the same path.

I slumped into the seat, drained and disheveled, my mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Why bother?

I’ve given him and Margaret

Bryant, what do you really want?

, asking for nothing in return. Isn’t that enough

Kevin drove on, stealing glances at me, and ventured cautiously, “You know, Mrs. Ferguson, there’s no need to go to war with Mr. Ferguson. After all, you are Mrs. Ferguson. Margaret shouldn’t weigh so heavily on your mind.”

“Kevin.”

I rolled down the window, letting the cold air rush in, and pursed my lips, “Do you also think that having the title of Mrs. Ferguson should be enough for me?”

“L… That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Ferguson, please don’t get me wrong. It’s just that Mr. Ferguson tends to respond better to a softer touch… The more you push, the more you lose…”

“It’s okay, you’re his right-hand man; it’s natural you’d take his side.”

I averted my gaze, “I’m not looking to fight with him. Kevin, you might not understand, but being Mrs. Ferguson in name only isn’t what I want.”

I craved Bryant’s love, and wanted to truly be his wife – not just in name, but without any third party interference.

“You mean… You want Mr. Ferguson’s heart?”

I silently stared out at the bustling streets, perhaps afraid of pity, I offered no reply.

Kevin sighed softly, murmuring, “But hasn’t Mr. Ferguson’s heart been long gone?”

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“What did you say?”

The noise outside muffled his words, “Gone where?”

Kevin startled, as if he’d spoken out of turn, and quickly denied, “Nothing, nothing at all.”

I was puzzled.

But I didn’t press further.

Kevin, Gary’s nephew, raised under Gary’s wing and working alongside Bryant for years, seldom misspoke.

Trying to get more out of him would be an uphill battle.

After dropping me off and ensuring I was safely inside, Kevin reported back to Bryant.

I closed the door behind me, chuckling bitterly at myself.

My marriage in shambles was one thing, but now, even coming home felt like I was under

surveillance.

The next day, I got up early, prepared myself a hearty breakfast, filling up before heading to work.

Given my relationship with Bryant was common knowledge within the company, I drew many eve

as I passed the lobby.

Looks of curiosity, envy, jealousy… all kinds of stares were coming my way.

After all, many female colleagues had harbored a sliver of hope, wishing the rumors of Bryant’s secret marriage were false, dreaming of claiming the title of Mrs. Ferguson for themselves.

Now, with their hopes dashed, their glares were to be expected.

“Jane!”

Just as I was about to enter my office, Margaret called out from behind, tinged with amusement, “You’ve heard, haven’t you?”

No need to guess what she was referring to..

About the phone call that could whisk Bryant away.

About Bryant spending days and nights with her.

And about her pregnancy.

Not wanting to become the center of attention, I pretended not to

my office.

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She followed, taking a seat on my office chair, legs crossed beneath her skirt, and casually stated, “Bry said he’d take responsibility.”