Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand looked at her, his handsome features softened by a faint smile. "You let Bryn go."

It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement.

Mary reached up and helped him out of his suit jacket, then turned to hang it neatly on the coat rack.

"Briony once helped me, Ferdinand. I couldn't stand by and watch you drive her to her death."

"Aren't you afraid I'll be angry?"

His voice was like ice, his gaze fixed on her with a chilling detachment, as if she were a stranger.

But she was carrying his child.

"I am afraid, Ferdinand. But I'm more afraid you'll regret this. Briony isn't as docile

as she seems. She's stubborn-if she doesn't want to stay, no matter what you do, you'll just push her to the edge. If you keep tightening your grip, the only escape she'll see is death."

Mary turned to face him, her eyes unwavering. "I love you. Even knowing you only see me as a means to an end, I don't regret any of it. But Ferdinand-you have nothing to fear. You still have this child. This is your and Briony's baby. As long as the child is born safely, the bond between you and her will never truly break. So why rush things now?"

Ferdinand studied her quietly. He had to admit—she knew how to calm him down.

It was true; the child was all that mattered to him now.

gone through so much

he could tolerate almost

baby to come into the world

use the child as her shield.

yourself. The more you anger me now,

around his neck, and rose

against the corner of his mouth. "Ferdinand, this is the only time I'll disobey

pulled her arms away.

win me

by that, would

so cruel, Ferdinand. I'm willing to bear this child for you and Briony, and all

her

would've been

offered a thin smile. "It's getting late. Get

that, he turned and

his retreating back, a smile trembling

Tears blurred her vision.

and wiped

please... come

air, they finally left Nortia and

Astara now. We