Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 635

In the bridal suite, Mary sat quietly with Briony.

The wedding ceremony was just thirty minutes away.

"Briony, are you nervous?" Mary asked gently.

Briony looked over at her. Mary was dressed in a blush-pink bridesmaid gown, looking sweet and lovely, though the gentle swell of her belly made the dress sit awkwardly on her frame.

"Mary," Briony murmured, reaching for her hand.

Mary's hand was cold and slick with sweat.

"Listen to me," Briony said, her tone grave. "No matter what-whether it's the baby you're carrying or Ferdinand himself—you must remember that you come first. If anything happens, you save yourself before anyone else. Promise me."

Mary caught the strange seriousness in her voice and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the door swung open.

Ferdinand strode in, immaculate in a white suit.

Briony quietly released Mary's hand.

Ferdinand carried an insulated container, his eyes fixed on Briony, paying no attention to Mary at all.

"I asked Belinda to make you some nourishing soup, and she also prepared a few of your favorite side dishes," he said.

He crossed the room, slipped an arm around Briony's shoulders, and spoke

gently, "Once the ceremony starts, I might not be able to take care of you. You've been looking pale-have a little soup first, all right?"

Briony nodded faintly.

She was so compliant, especially on a day like this. The sight seemed to please Ferdinand greatly.

and pressed a

flicker of disgust flashed in Briony's eyes,

reached out for the container. "Let me help Briony with

then led Briony to the sofa and

soup

me," Ferdinand

not necessary," Briony replied coolly. "I'm perfectly capable of

him and let Briony take it from his hands,

sipped her soup, head

her, an expression of tenderness and devotion

stood silently nearby, eyes fixed on

however, only

love

three of them, not a single one would get what they truly

to be a tragedy for

...

ceremony began

strewn with fresh rose petals, and the Wedding March

the front, Ferdinand stood tall and proud

doors swung

in a

gown

entered clutching a bouquet,

by supported

stylist, Linda.

through the air as every eye in the chapel turned to the

was more

these years, he had finally

about to become