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.

other fork and speared a piece of meat, holding it out to her. "Eat more.

chilling stare, Briony opened her mouth

full, her stomach rebelling with every

mechanically, numb and

her

fork, clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted

behind her, a perfect symbol of how utterly trapped and

front

the hallway, Stewart heard the harsh retching, his

his knee that his

her stomach until

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

pallid skin, clearing the fog in her

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

cold tile floor, pain

on trembling arms,

elive

food—and now having lost what little

Stewart

beside her, long fingers gently tucking a strand

me make you

his

"Get away from me..."

him, but her voice was barely more than

that weakness just made her look