Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 270

My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal's blade, fear coursed through my veins.

Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.

Frozen in place, the fear within me escalated with each passing moment.

I tried to keep my voice steady. "Who sent you?"

The man snorted, "Cut the chatter and keep driving."

His guard was up, making it clear he wasn't to be trifled with.

Suddenly, it clicked. Bryant's warning this morning... it all made sense now.

But neither of us could have anticipated this.

It was the weekend, and traffic was starting to pile up.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center along Harmony Street.

The more we ventured into the secluded areas, the more my panic grew.

The only time the man spoke was to command me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, "Turn left."

Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting through the tension with a call from Gregory.

Seizing the moment before my captor could react, I answered.

Gregory's voice came through, "Mrs. Ferguson, what's going on? She's been waiting outside for ages and hasn't seen you."

Before I could respond, the blade's edge grazed my skin—a clear warning.

Gregory, puzzled, asked, "Hello? Where are you? Is there a bad signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?"

He couldn't finish his sentence before the man, with a swift move of his hand, ended the call.

Out of the car behind us appeared two familiar faces—Dorothy and Jarrod.

“Jarrod had forced her here too?” I thought.

But then, Dorothy glared at me fiercely and commanded the other thugs in the yard, "What are you waiting for? Throw her down there!"

Without hesitation, two of them grabbed me and threw me into the basement, stirring up clouds of dust that choked me. My hands scraped painfully against the concrete floor.

Above, a single incandescent bulb flickered, blurring my vision.

As I tried to get up, the sound of high heels approached, step by step, until—

"Ah!"

Dorothy stepped on my fingers, the pain shooting up my arm, tears springing to my eyes.

Hearing my cry, she seemed even more delighted. Squatting down, she taunted, "Jane, I warned you. Just sign those divorce papers. Why do you insist on clinging to Bryant?"