Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 414

He gripped the iron chain tightly in one hand, pulling off his tie with the other. Briony's scalp prickled with terror.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, she clenched her jaw and scrambled desperately toward the far side of the bed.

Stewart's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. He let go of the chain, watching her crawl frantically away.

Briony finally reached the edge of the bed, but in the next instant, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

"Aah-!"

Stewart yanked the chain, dragging her back. Briony clung desperately to the bedframe.

Her ankle felt like it was being crushed. In a panic, her eyes darted to the nightstand, to the lamp perched on top.

Stewart shrugged off his jacket with one hand, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

One button. Two. Three.

Briony glanced over her shoulder and burst into tears, her voice breaking, "Stewart, please I'm begging you, let me go..."

But Stewart seemed deaf to her pleas. His eyes were empty, bottomless, as if all warmth had been drained from him.

He tossed his shirt to the floor, gripped the chain with both hands, and gave it a violent pull.

Briony's hands lost their hold on the bed. In an instant, she was dragged across the mattress.

At the last second, her fingers closed around the lamp.

Crash!

into Stewart's head. White glass shattered, spraying shards across

Stewart clutched his head and collapsed onto the floor, his tall frame slumping

jagged piece of

trickled

One drop. Two drops.

snapped into focus. His pupils contracted as

"Stay back!" she screamed.

so tightly her knuckles went white, the sharp edge pressed

streamed down her face, terror etched deep

I'll do it! I'll end it

voice shook, but her

breath caught in his

For a moment, confusion flickered in his other eye,

had he just done to

trembling

burn into Stewart's chest, as if

gaze, slumping in defeat, using one hand to push himself

recoiled like a wounded

how terrified she was, he quickly took a

don't be scared.

any

glass

the

okay? You could really

yourself..."

was hoarse,

him warily, still trembling. "Let