Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 416

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 beading across

widened again, as if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife's hilt, and with a strangled cry, she

pain, collapsing onto

off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring the

"Bryn..."

wrenched the door

her, Stewart, still half-delirious and with the knife embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. "Bryn,

Briony couldn't hear him. Without a backward

Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself,

the ship as it crept along the endless expanse of

barefoot, fled all the way to

Stewart's

to face Stewart as he caught up.

Stewart stopped immediately.

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

shrieked around

through the sky, thunder rumbled. The storm

wedding

Stewart watched, heart clenching with panic, convinced the wind could sweep her into

I swear, I'm not going to force you anymore..." he called, inching slowly toward her, one

there. Come here. We'll go back to Northborough right

I'll never believe you

as the wind battered her, nearly

grew rougher; lightning split the sky again and again. To stay out on the deck in a storm

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