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!

lamp smashed into Stewart's head. White glass

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

up, snatched a jagged piece of glass, and pressed it against

trickled

One drop. Two drops.

empty gaze snapped into focus. His pupils contracted as he jerked his head up to

"Stay back!" she screamed.

her knuckles went white, the sharp edge pressed

her face, terror etched deep in

I'll do it!

but her resolve

his breath caught in

one eye, staining it red. For a moment, confusion flickered

had he just done to

her trembling chin, one by

drop seemed to burn into Stewart's chest, as if acid was eating away at his

one hand to

like a wounded animal, screaming,

she was, he quickly

please, don't

any closer.

glass

the

okay? You could really

yourself..."

hoarse, gentle, tinged with

still trembling. "Let me go, Stewart. I'm begging