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."

into a thin line, and followed Fred into the meeting

Lockwood shot Stewart a triumphant look as he strutted

supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up

paused, following Stewart's

stumbled moments ago was a single

picked it up, and handed it

it, brushing his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then tucked it carefully

you want to take? I can

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

"She said

him the pen, disguising it as a

back, Stewart could only think

once loved him-carefully, shyly, with all

that was a long

out that having once been loved could be more painful than never

over him. But there was no

now, he was out

the pavement. Content

oubled over, coughinget

Stewart out of

the car door

staining his

with alarm. "We

forcing himself upright, his voice a rasp. "Take me home. Southcreek

"But sir-"

his face ghostly

his resolve, Carl could only

Maybach pulled away

sat in her white BMW,

started her