Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After that day, Briony grew even more withdrawn.

Back when Autumn was looking after her, Briony would at least chat a little. Now, she barely spoke at all.

Sometimes she'd lie in bed, awake but silent. Other times, she'd just sit there, "looking" out the window, listening to the sound of the waves, lost in thought.

Both Autumn and Blair noticed something was wrong.

Autumn tried to engage her, searching for topics to draw her out, but Briony always seemed distracted, her answers scattered and unrelated.

Blair knew deep down that it was his secrecy that had shattered the last bit of trust and safety Briony felt.

He tried talking to her.

But Briony simply wouldn't respond.

She shut herself off more and more.

At first, she'd just avoid conversation. Then, gradually, she slipped into a pattern

of sleeping through day and night.

Blair realized she was spiraling.

After some inner struggle, he finally gave in.

This morning, as Briony woke, Blair walked in with her breakfast.

"You're awake, perfect timing for breakfast."

Briony said nothing.

Blair sat beside her, scooping up some warm porridge from the bowl and holding the spoon to her lips.

didn't open her

little,” Blair coaxed. "Once you've had

caught

as her eyes stung with

Blair said, watching her eyes fill with tears, his

answer, but she parted her lips just

spoonful of the warm, comforting

Almost immediately, she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Blair asked.

swallowed, then said quietly, "Give me

feeding

taste, Briony was

pressed her lips together, silent for a long moment before

taste anything."

Blair froze.

added sugar," he said,

don't taste anything

all?"

seems I've lost my

to

took a spoonful

sweet-he'd simmered it for over

yet, she tasted

eyes reddening at the

her sight, now

on earth had Ferdinand given

without taste, I can still eat," Briony said, her tone oddly calm. Let me finish. I want to call my

afterward." Content belo, Let

to

composure, scooped up another