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."

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

look as he strutted

to offer Stewart a supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen

following

had stumbled moments ago was

picked it up, and handed it to

it, brushing his fingertips lightly over the barrel,

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

was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl looked puzzled, glancing at the pen in Stewart's

"She said it was a thank-you for

anniversary. Briony had given him the pen, disguising it as a token of

back, Stewart could only

him-carefully, shyly, with all

a long time

having once been loved could be more painful than never having

his eyes, bitter regret washing over him. But there

was

pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

Stewart out of the

soon as the car door

staining his

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

forcing himself upright, his voice a rasp. "Take

"But sir-"

face

his resolve, Carl

pulled away from the

Briony sat in her white BMW,

started