Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand Ellsworth hurried after Briony Kensington. "Bryn-"

"Ferdinand."

The voice behind him was cold-Fred Wentworth.

Ferdinand stopped abruptly and turned around.

Fred strode up, his expression severe. "Today marks the beginning of your presidency at Wentworth Group. All the major shareholders are here. Come inside with me, and I'll introduce you."

Ferdinand lowered his eyes, jaw tight. "Alright."

Fred turned, shooting a withering look at Stewart Wentworth. He sneered, "From now on, Wentworth Group has nothing to do with you. Get out. Don't make me call security."

Ferdinand cast Stewart a glance. Stewart's gentle features-the ones little Nina had always adored-were now clouded with emotion.

But Stewart didn't spare Fred or Ferdinand a single glance.

It was true. Wentworth Group was no longer his.

And Fred would never know: the company didn't change hands because Fred had won. Stewart had simply let it go.

As for Ferdinand, Stewart's dark gaze shifted to him.

Ferdinand said quietly, "Stewart, Bryn will never forgive you. You lost."

Stewart's lips curled into a cold, faint smile. "Even if I no longer want her, she was never yours to begin with."

"You"

"Ferdinand!"

Fred snapped, cutting Ferdinand off. "Don't keep the shareholders waiting. Get in here."

fists, lips pressed into a thin line, and followed Fred

triumphant look as

arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen on

following Stewart's

Stewart had stumbled moments

bent down, picked it up, and handed

his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then

Wentworth, is there anything else in your office you want to take? I can pack

hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl looked

it to me," Stewart murmured, the corners of his eyes reddening. "She said it was a thank-you for helping her mother

anniversary. Briony had given him

only

him-carefully,

was a

could be more painful than never having been

his eyes, bitter regret washing over him.

was out of

the pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

helped Stewart out of the Wentworth Group

as the

staining his

Wentworth!" Carl's face blanched with alarm. "We need to get you

gripped the door, forcing himself upright, his voice a rasp. "Take me home.

"But sir-"

Stewart insisted, eyes closed, his face ghostly pale

Carl

pulled away

sat in her white BMW, watching

started