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."

a thin line,

Lockwood shot Stewart a triumphant look as he strutted in

about to offer Stewart a supporting arm, when

following

Stewart had stumbled moments ago was

up, and handed it

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

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

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

been their first anniversary. Briony had given him the pen, disguising it as

Stewart could only think himself

had once loved him-carefully, shyly,

was a

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

bitter regret washing over him. But

was out

pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

out of the Wentworth

soon as the car door

staining his

"We need to

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

"But sir-"

closed, his face

his resolve, Carl

pulled away

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

started