Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 423

Briony's pupils shrank in shock.

She'd done it.

She'd finally driven the blade of her hatred straight into Stewart's body with her own hands.

Warm, sticky liquid seeped across her palm.

She knew it was Stewart's blood.

But Stewart didn't move-not even a flicker of resistance.

Was he dead?

Was Stewart... dead?

Had she killed someone?

Tears slipped down her cheek.

Briony's breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Bryn..."

Stewart slowly lifted his head to look at her.

face had gone deathly pale, sweat

as if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the

in pain,

the bed, she tumbled off and crashed

"Bryn..."

the door

embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. "Bryn,

him. Without a backward glance, she

the knife buried in his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his

the ship as it crept along the endless

all the way

wedding dress was streaked with Stewart's blood-old

he caught up. Her scream tore through the howling wind.

Stewart stopped immediately.

at the very edge of the deck, nothing behind her but the pitch-black,

wind shrieked

instant-lightning forked through the sky, thunder

gale whipped Briony's hair into wild tangles, and the heavy wedding dress only made her look more fragile, almost

heart clenching with panic, convinced the wind

to force you anymore..." he called,

We'll go back to Northborough right

never believe

the wind battered her, nearly knocking

below grew rougher; lightning split the sky again and again. To stay out on the