Novel Drama
Chapter 395
Over at RF Group, besides York, there was another person named Shaw. I'd never met him.
But I'd heard Bryant on the phone with him a few times. They seemed to share a bond as tight as brothers in arms. Bryant trusted him and York implicitly.
"Okay, have it your way." I nodded pensively. "We're supposed to pick up our divorce papers the day after tomorrow. Remember to clear some time for that."
His sharp eyes flickered, and a self-deprecating smile touched his lips, tinged with bitterness. "Counting the days till you're rid of me, huh?"
"You could say that," I answered without hesitation.
Bryant's long lashes cast a shadow as his lips pressed into a thin line. "Fine, it's all up to you."
"It's not about what I want." I corrected him. "Bryant, it was a mutual decision from the start. It's not about one of us giving in to the other."
He watched me quietly and sighed after a moment. "Is this how I've seemed to you?"
"What, distant, dismissive, or just plain fake?" I sipped my coffee. "Don't worry. I've never had to put on an act with you."
From the dignified ending I had expected at the start to the mess we were in, the word "dignified" couldn't be further from our reality.
Bryant's expression froze, and he hesitated before asking, "When did you stop loving me?"
I was stunned. Memories rushed by in a whirlwind.
It was a mess, just too much to handle. I shook my head. "I don't know. Maybe a long time ago? Probably from the day of our anniversary when you lied to me, I didn't want to love you anymore."
But amidst the noise, my stubbornness struggled.
Thinking about it, I couldn't even tell if I was clinging to him or to the version of Chapter 395
myself that had fought so hard for what we had. It took me over six months to claw my way out of the mire I'd been stuck in for seven or eight years.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Bryant didn't look at me as he spoke hoarsely, "This past month, have you ever thought about looking back..."
"No." I cut him off before he could finish.
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Bryant fell silent for a long time, so long that I thought he wouldn't say anything else when he finally breathed. "The day after tomorrow morning, we'll go to the city hall."
I nodded. "This time, it won't be a sham paper, right?"
"No." His voice was low as he looked at me, his gaze tender, "Get back to work, Mrs. Ferguson. You'll be free soon."
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He said, "I no longer have a reason or the right to come pick you up."
At his words, I paused as if I hadn't heard. My pencil didn't stop, tracing smooth lines.
Returning to the Ferguson Mansion that evening, I accidentally broke a cup.
Oddly enough, I was usually not so careless. Something flashed through my mind, and after calling a maid to clean up the X @riedo upstairs, grabbing my phone to m
search for a live stream I'd seen on Bryant's phone that afternoon. It was gone. The entire web seemed scrubbed of it. Various possibilities raced through my mind, sending shivers down my spine.
As I was about to call Molly, I realized my phone had no signat not a single bar. And the Wi-Fi was out, too.
I rushed downstairs to find Gary. "Why is there no internet or signal in the house?"
Gary avoided my gaze. "Mrs.
Ferguson, we got notified that the local cell tower is down.