Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 618

Briony stared at him, lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing.

Ferdinand had managed to dig up events from over four years ago with such precision.

That could only mean he'd already mastered every detail and person connected to Stewart's life. Back in that quiet old village, if Ferdinand had lost control even once, she and the children would never have survived.

"Ferdinand," she said at last, her voice shaking, "if you hate Stewart so much, why did you ever help little Nina recover her health?"

Ferdinand's brow arched, as if genuinely surprised by her sudden question.

He looked at Briony, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. "Bryn, those two years in that small village-they were the happiest days of my life."

He lifted a hand, his palm spanning the delicate line of her neck. His eyes, usually so warm, were filled now with a tenderness that was almost painful to behold.

"I even thought, if you'd be willing to stay there quietly with little Nina, just live out your life in peace, then I could leave everything behind. I could give up that old life, and just be Mr. Ellsworth-a nobody beside you in that little town, for the rest of my days."

As he spoke, his hand suddenly tightened, closing firmly around her throat.

He squeezed, but not hard enough to hurt her just enough to show he could, if he wanted. Briony frowned but didn't struggle.

She met his gaze, her eyes cold and unyielding, not a trace of fear in them.

Ferdinand leaned closer, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Bryn, I can accept that you have family, children, friends. But what I can't accept is Stewart being part of your life."

hot against her skin,

lifted a hand and pushed against his chest,

head and, without warning, bit down hard on the soft curve of her

shot through

shoving him away with

let go, releasing

slapped him across the face, her voice trembling

corner of his mouth, then glanced at her ear, now bleeding freely where

like a blank page. You make me feel small-less than I am. Every time look at you, this voice in my head keeps reminding me we don't

her ear. It felt as if

Sticky blood coated her

onto the pristine white of her wedding dress,

that cruise ship, tormenting her

sick, twisted way, forcing her hand by sheer

chest heaved; her breathing grew ragged and

felt like she was

whole world was

she fought

in, the relentless

a moment, Briony felt utterly exhausted by the weight of

at Ferdinand, silent

most in my entire life is saving