Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 413

Stewart let her go.

"Bryn, don't play games with me."

He glanced at the food laid out on the table. "Behave yourself, and I'll consider whatever you ask for."

Briony's hands tightened into fists.

So, Stewart wasn't as easy to fool as she'd hoped.

But right now, she couldn't afford to provoke him any further.

Slowly, step by step, she forced herself to the small table. The sound of the iron chain dragging across the floor echoed through the room, each scrape a fresh humiliation.

She had absolutely no appetite.

"Eat. These are all your favorites," Stewart said, sinking into the chair across from her. He watched her, a hint of a smile in those dark eyes. "Go on, eat while it's

warm. Cold food isn't good for your stomach."

Briony stared at the dishes in front of her.

They really were foods she used to love.

But now, just looking at them made her stomach churn.

Stewart's gaze stayed fixed on her. He was smiling, but there was something cold and menacing behind those eyes.

Briony lowered her head, picked up a fork, and forced a bite into her mouth.

It tasted like ashes.

and speared a piece of meat, holding

chilling stare, Briony opened her mouth and let him

her stomach rebelling with

chewed mechanically,

her

her fork, clapped a hand over her mouth,

rattled wildly behind her, a perfect symbol

her knees in front of the

harsh

knee that his knuckles

emptied her stomach until there

But even after, her breathing was ragged, and

soaked her pallid skin, clearing the fog in

when she turned to leave, the chain caught around her ankle, and she

hit the cold tile floor, pain jolting her

herself on trembling arms, gasping for

elive

more than a day and night without food—and now having lost what

when Stewart

her, long fingers gently tucking a strand of hair

"Does being with me make

his hand

"Get away from me..."

but her voice was

to Stewart, that weakness just made