Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

The officiant stood at the altar, beaming kindly at the couple before him.

"Congratulations to you both on joining your lives together on such a beautiful day..."

Briony barely registered the words. Her mind was miles away.

She didn't snap back to reality until Ferdinand, beside her, said, "I do."

"...And now, the bride. Do you take this man?"

A large hand gripped her shoulder, turning her gently to face Ferdinand.

He reached up and lifted the white veil from her hair.

Their eyes met-Ferdinand's gaze was unwavering, filled with devotion.

"Bryn, will you grow old with me? Will you stand by my side, for better or worse, for the rest of our lives?"

Briony's eyelashes fluttered.

She tightened her grip on the bouquet, forcing the words out in a barely audible voice. "I do."

Ferdinand's eyes lit up, sharp joy flickering across his face.

It was an unmistakable, visceral happiness.

Mary approached, carrying the wedding rings.

Ferdinand took a ring and gently reached for Briony's right hand.

the band onto her

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The ring slipped, tumbling to the floor and

ambushed-I'll get

in, gun drawn, face

his arms and

"Yes, sir!"

doors crashed open and a team of armed men

grabbed Briony, pulling her

Gifford hustled

had come prepared; smoke filled the chapel,

her back slamming into

eyes cold and sharp. "You

of hatred and disgust-no trace of

for a moment,

out a chilling laugh. "No matter, Bryn.

somewhere no one can find us, and spend the rest of our lives

out the last

are paying the price.

Ferdinand's grip tightened. "As long

Mary into the back

and started the engine. "Mr. Ellsworth, we're heading to the

"Good."

and turned to