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.

donation agreement, or I'll take my medical report and

ahead, call the cops! I'm not scared of you! A couple of scratches and some lousy recording-you really think the Kensington family can't make this disappear?" "You're right, that

Mack fell silent, stunned.

other Kensingtons were livid, hurling insults at Briony, but not a single one

they looked like nothing more

face was

no longer interested in their outbursts, and walked straight

with its doors

she left, she carried herself with quiet confidence, and this time, no one dared stop

BMW crawled

wasn't until she'd put three miles between herself and the Kensington mansion that Briony finally

as calm or

forehead, and a wave of dizziness

She needed a hospital.

herself black

lights blurred in her vision at

shook her head, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids grew heavier