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

a triumphant look as he strutted

when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen on

paused, following Stewart's

Stewart had stumbled moments

it up, and handed it to

his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then

anything else in your office you want to take? I can pack up for

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

murmured, the corners of his eyes reddening. "She said it was

their first anniversary. Briony had given him the

could only

loved him-carefully, shyly, with

that was a long time

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

regret washing over him.

was

the pavement. Content

oubled over, coughinget

out of the

as the car door

staining

face blanched with alarm. "We need

upright, his voice a rasp. "Take me

"But sir-"

insisted, eyes closed, his face ghostly pale and

resolve, Carl

pulled away from

far down the road, Briony sat in her white BMW, watching the black Maybach

She started