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."

pressed into a thin line, and followed Fred into the

shot Stewart a triumphant look as he

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

following Stewart's

Stewart had stumbled moments ago was a single fountain

it up,

his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then tucked it carefully back into

anything else in your office you

voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl looked puzzled, glancing

said

given him the

only think himself a

loved him-carefully, shyly,

that was a long

loved could be

over him. But there was no

was out of

the pavement. Content

oubled over, coughinget

out of the

as the

staining

blanched with alarm. "We need to get you

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

"But sir-"

face ghostly pale and slick with

Carl could

pulled away from the

road, Briony sat in her

She started her