Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 617

The wedding was scheduled for the eighth of next month—a full thirty days away.

Ferdinand had hired a professional team to handle everything, from the bridal photos to the reception. Briony didn't have to lift a finger.

Not that she'd wanted a wedding in the first place. Ferdinand had no illusions she'd be enthusiastic about any of it.

On the day of the photoshoot, Ferdinand cleared his entire schedule.

The shoot was set in St. Nortia's Chapel.

He'd booked out the whole place in advance.

Outside, Ferdinand's people formed a discreet perimeter, keeping everything tightly controlled.

Inside the chapel, a makeshift dressing room had been set up. Briony sat before the mirror, her makeup freshly applied, as the stylist helped her into the first dress. They had ten different looks to get through today. It was going to be a marathon. "Mrs. Ellsworth, you have such a beautiful figure and porcelain skin. Every gown looks like it was made just for you," the stylist gushed.

Briony stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection.

The white gown shimmered with tiny crystals-something every bride-to-be would dream of wearing.

But Briony's expression remained flat, her heart numb.

Her thoughts drifted to that divorce ceremony in Ghana.

Four long years later, here she was again, back in a white dress, feeling just as helpless and out of place as before.

her childhood had been right all

under an unlucky star-doomed to bring

Her mother, for one.

suffered because of her,

her own two

And finally, herself.

stylist teased gently, watching Briony's blank reflection

thick lashes flickered. She smiled, but the expression twisted with irony. "Maybe it's just

possibly smile, when

out-of-place sarcasm. Marrying someone as handsome

that every woman's dream? Why on earth wouldn't she

final touches were

to the dressing

chapel, dressed in a crisp white tailcoat, phone in

turned, his expression pausing as he took

I said. If it's not urgent,

again

slipped it

and strode toward Briony

and quietly slipped

he took

"You look stunning, Bryn."

respond, barely acknowledging him. "The