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After that day, Briony grew even more withdrawn.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.

open

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

caught

tingled as her eyes stung with sudden

said, watching her eyes fill with tears, his own voice tightening. "I won't lie to you

but she parted

warm, comforting porridge slipped into

Almost immediately, she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Blair asked.

quietly, "Give

feeding her

second taste, Briony

lips together, silent for

taste anything."

Blair froze.

sugar," he

don't taste anything

all?"

bleak, humorless smile. "It seems I've lost

to believe

a spoonful

simmered it for over an hour that

she tasted

eyes

sight, now

earth had Ferdinand

her tone oddly calm. Let me finish. I

afterward." Content belo, Let

fighting to keep his

composure, scooped up another