Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

After that day, Briony grew even more withdrawn.

Back when Autumn was looking after her, Briony would at least chat a little. Now, she barely spoke at all.

Sometimes she'd lie in bed, awake but silent. Other times, she'd just sit there, "looking" out the window, listening to the sound of the waves, lost in thought.

Both Autumn and Blair noticed something was wrong.

Autumn tried to engage her, searching for topics to draw her out, but Briony always seemed distracted, her answers scattered and unrelated.

Blair knew deep down that it was his secrecy that had shattered the last bit of trust and safety Briony felt.

He tried talking to her.

But Briony simply wouldn't respond.

She shut herself off more and more.

At first, she'd just avoid conversation. Then, gradually, she slipped into a pattern

of sleeping through day and night.

Blair realized she was spiraling.

After some inner struggle, he finally gave in.

This morning, as Briony woke, Blair walked in with her breakfast.

"You're awake, perfect timing for breakfast."

Briony said nothing.

Blair sat beside her, scooping up some warm porridge from the bowl and holding the spoon to her lips.

She didn't open her mouth.

little,” Blair coaxed. "Once you've had something, you can call the

caught off

her eyes stung with

her eyes fill with tears, his own voice tightening. "I won't

she parted her lips just

spoonful of the warm, comforting porridge slipped

Almost immediately, she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Blair asked.

said quietly, "Give me

feeding her another

taste, Briony was

silent for a long

taste anything."

Blair froze.

sugar,"

don't taste anything

all?"

smile. "It seems I've lost my sense

to believe

took a spoonful

soft, sweet-he'd simmered it

she tasted

at Briony, eyes reddening

sight,

on earth had Ferdinand given

Briony said, her tone oddly calm.

afterward." Content belo, Let

to

composure, scooped up another

fed