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.

fork and speared a piece of meat, holding it out to

that chilling stare, Briony opened her mouth and let him

full, her stomach rebelling with every

mechanically, numb and

her in

it anymore. She dropped her fork, clapped

behind her, a perfect symbol

knees in front of the toilet and vomited

the harsh retching, his hand clenching so

knee that his knuckles

her stomach until there was nothing

turned on the faucet, and rinsed her mouth. But even after, her breathing was ragged, and she worried she might faint. She

skin, clearing the fog in

to leave, the chain caught around her

the cold tile floor, pain

trembling arms,

elive

having lost what little she'd managed

when Stewart came

her, long fingers gently tucking a

"Does being with me make

his

"Get away from me..."

but her voice

just made