Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 419

Stewart knelt down in front of Briony, meeting her bewildered gaze.

He reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a key, unlocking the shackle around her ankle.

The metal chain clattered to the floor.

Briony frowned.

Rising to his feet, Stewart looked down at her, a gentle smile flickering in his dark eyes. "You're free to leave now."

Briony stared at him, hesitation written all over her face.

Stewart said nothing.

Tentatively, she took a step forward.

He didn't move to stop her.

She drew in a shaky breath, then broke into a run.

Pain shot up from her ankle-sharp, relentless—but she ignored it, seized the doorknob, and flung the door open-

And froze.

This wasn't Southcreek Manor.

in the long, unfamiliar hallway, dread pooling

it couldn't

onward, limping down

hit her, salty and cold.

on a

the endless

weren't at Southcreek Manor

on a

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Briony turned.

Stewart was approaching.

of the ocean," he said quietly. "It'll be nearly impossible for anyone to

stared at him, disbelief and horror

imagined Stewart would go this far-would lose

the water, feeling a crushing wave of

out

went out of her. She sank

will it take for you to let

stopped in front of her and knelt,

his chiseled features now even sharper, almost cruel in the harsh

"maybe the real question is when will you finally listen to

at the man before her, her

truth: he wasn't an angelcome to rescue her, but & devil with a scythe and chains, dragging her down

It was her mistake.