Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 80

"Mack, you should try doing more good in this world. People who walk a dark path tend to meet ghosts in the night."

With those words, Briony cast a cold, contemptuous glance at Madeline, who was sitting on the steps. Then she turned and strode out of the house.

"Briony! I'll kill you!"

Mack snarled, teeth clenched in fury. He grabbed a heavy flowerpot from a nearby table and charged at her, raising it high, ready to bring it crashing down on her head-

"Mack!!"

Madeline shrieked, her eyes wide in panic. "What are you all just standing there for? Stop him-now!"

The house staff rushed forward, grabbing Mack and pulling him back before he could strike.

The flowerpot slipped from Mack's grasp and smashed to pieces on the floor, shards and dirt scattering everywhere.

Briony paused and glanced back at the mess. She lifted her gaze, her eyes full of disgust as she stared at Mack, his face red with rage and violence.

A cold, mocking smile curved her lips. "You really are just like Malcolm."

Mack froze.

donation agreement, or I'll take my medical report and this

of you! A couple of scratches and some lousy recording-you really think the Kensington family can't make this disappear?" "You're right, that evidence alone might not be enough to put you away. But imagine the headlines: 'CEO of the Kensington Group Accused of Attempted Murder.' With the

Mack fell silent, stunned.

but not a

like nothing more than pathetic

face was uglier

turned away, no longer interested in their

Kensington estate stood with its doors thrown wide

facing gloating enemies. But as she left,

crawled down the quiet

miles between herself and the Kensington mansion that Briony finally began to relax. Her body started to tremble,

or confident as

the cut on her forehead, and a

She needed a hospital.

herself black out

traffic lights blurred in her vision

head, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids grew

buzzed relentlessly

the brake and the BMW