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.

the deal, Mack. In three days, you'll come sign the donation agreement, or I'll take my medical report and

couple of scratches and some lousy recording-you really think the Kensington family can't make this

Mack fell silent, stunned.

other Kensingtons were livid, hurling insults at Briony, but not a single one dared to step forward

they looked like nothing more than pathetic

was uglier

away, no longer interested in their

stood with its doors

been alone outnumbered, facing gloating enemies. But as she left, she carried herself with

BMW crawled

Kensington mansion that Briony finally began to relax. Her body started to tremble, the shock catching up

nearly as calm or confident as

the cut on her forehead, and a wave of dizziness washed over

She needed a hospital.

herself black out behind the

blurred in

her head, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids