Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 1

Briony Kensington and Stewart Wentworth had been secretly married for five years-living as husband and wife in form, but never in feeling.

Or rather, if Briony felt anything at all for her husband, she hid it so well that not a trace ever showed.

On Christmas Eve, the city outside was alive with lights and laughter, the streets blanketed with fresh snow. Inside the vast, echoing halls of Southcreek Manor, Briony sat alone.

She'd made herself a bowl of pasta, but hadn't taken a single bite.

Her phone lay on the table, screen aglow with a video from social media—

A man's slender, elegant hand slid a diamond ring onto a woman's delicate finger. The woman's voice, bright and sweet, chimed in the caption: "Mr. Wentworth, here's to the rest of our lives."

Briony's eyes were drawn to the watch on the man's wrist-a limited edition piece, unmistakably his. A sharp ache twisted in her chest.

The video had long since paused, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. She watched it over and over, torturing herself with the certainty.

Six months ago, this woman had sent her a friend request out of the blue.

Ever since, Briony had seen her husband pop up in the woman's posts with disturbing regularity.

tonight did Briony realize Stewart was capable of tenderness, of romance, of caring

steaming, had

her fork, but her

marriage-cold and untouched, something she

the tears fall. She stood, washed up, and retreated to

warm, but the silence was broken by the quiet

her

come in, felt

later, his body pressed close, heavy

Briony's brow furrowed.

her nightgown was pushed up, his warm, dry hand sliding across her

eyes

bridge of his nose framed by his familiar silver-rimmed glasses. The bedside lamp cast a soft

dark eyes were stormy with

voice came out soft and a little

eyes,

voice barely above a

cheek, the touch both tender and possessive. His voice was low

Briony hesitated, frowning.