Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 632

Ferdinand knew it was Gifford who had told everyone that Briony was Stewart's ex-wife.

He looked at Gifford and smiled, a cold glint in his eyes.

The next moment, Gifford let out a muffled grunt and dropped to one knee, blood gushing from his thigh.

The bullet was lodged in the bone, and Ferdinand didn't hesitate to dig it out himself with his combat knife.

He pressed the bloodied bullet into Gifford's trembling hand, his own palm slick with blood. Then he patted Gifford's pale, sweat-soaked face as if he were soothing a child.

"I told you before, I don't like anyone telling me how to handle my business."

Gifford kept his head down, teeth clenched against the pain. "Mr. Ellsworth, I was wrong."

No one else dared so much as breathe.

In the end, the wedding would proceed just as Ferdinand wished-grand, extravagant, impossible to ignore.

Everyone thought he'd lost his mind, but no one dared oppose him. They could only follow along, caught in the wake of his madness.

At the reception afterward, Ferdinand raised his glass and drank with each of the heads of the family, one by one.

Every last one of them met his toast, offering hollow congratulations.

There were plenty of people present, but Ferdinand didn't let a single one off the hook. By the end of the round, he'd downed more than his fair share.

Now, thoroughly drunk, he cast aside any restraint. All he wanted in that moment was to hold Briony close, to feel her warmth, to be near her.

loathed him, of course, and recoiled at his

just got back from god knows where. Who knows what germs you're carrying? Are you trying to make sure I drop dead

hesitated, caught

seized the moment to push him away. She yanked the covers higher, wrapping herself up tightly, her eyes burning with anger. "You're drunk.

red from the alcohol, but a hint of

looking forward to the wedding too, aren't

thought, or you wouldn't be this worried about

Briony said, holding his gaze, her

smiled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss

in an instant-so quick that Briony didn't

said, "Get

coolly and watched as he left

behind him, and quiet

her eyes, exhaling slowly

healthy, I might not have survived another

Ferdinand was busier than

to help with the

all struggling with English.

it nearly impossible to communicate

obvious Ferdinand still

Not that Briony cared.

of her

the line was left in, weeks of constant infusions had left both her

either. Briony had become a

her nosebleeds started up again, and her

Her leukemia was progressing