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.

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

chilling stare, Briony opened her mouth and let

was full, her stomach rebelling with every

mechanically, numb and

her in

clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted for

symbol of how utterly

knees in front of the toilet and

hallway, Stewart heard the harsh

his knee that his

until there was nothing

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

clearing the fog

to leave, the chain caught around her

cold tile floor, pain jolting

herself on trembling arms, gasping for

elive

food—and now having lost what

Stewart came

gently tucking a strand of

with me make you

slapped his

"Get away from me..."

her voice was barely more than

Stewart, that weakness just made her look even