Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Mack, you should try doing more good in this world. People who walk a dark path tend to meet ghosts in the night."

With those words, Briony cast a cold, contemptuous glance at Madeline, who was sitting on the steps. Then she turned and strode out of the house.

"Briony! I'll kill you!"

Mack snarled, teeth clenched in fury. He grabbed a heavy flowerpot from a nearby table and charged at her, raising it high, ready to bring it crashing down on her head-

"Mack!!"

Madeline shrieked, her eyes wide in panic. "What are you all just standing there for? Stop him-now!"

The house staff rushed forward, grabbing Mack and pulling him back before he could strike.

The flowerpot slipped from Mack's grasp and smashed to pieces on the floor, shards and dirt scattering everywhere.

Briony paused and glanced back at the mess. She lifted her gaze, her eyes full of disgust as she stared at Mack, his face red with rage and violence.

A cold, mocking smile curved her lips. "You really are just like Malcolm."

Mack froze.

I'll take my medical report and

scratches and some lousy recording-you really think the Kensington family can't

Mack fell silent, stunned.

were livid, hurling insults at Briony, but not a single

like

angry, twisted face was uglier

longer interested in their

estate stood with its doors thrown wide

alone outnumbered, facing gloating enemies. But as she left, she carried herself with quiet confidence, and this time, no one dared stop

white BMW crawled down the

finally

calm or confident as she'd

on her forehead, and a

She needed a hospital.

let herself black out behind

ahead, the traffic lights blurred in her

head, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids