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

that chilling stare, Briony opened her mouth and

full, her stomach rebelling with

mechanically,

her in

fork, clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted for the

a perfect symbol of how utterly trapped and

to her knees in front of the toilet and vomited everything

the harsh retching, his

that

until

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

her pallid skin, clearing the

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

cold tile floor,

herself on trembling arms, gasping

elive

a day and night without food—and now having lost what little she'd managed to swallow-she was

when Stewart

long fingers gently

me

slapped his

"Get away from me..."

but her voice was barely more than a whisper, soft

just made her look even