Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand looked at her, his handsome features softened by a faint smile. "You let Bryn go."

It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement.

Mary reached up and helped him out of his suit jacket, then turned to hang it neatly on the coat rack.

"Briony once helped me, Ferdinand. I couldn't stand by and watch you drive her to her death."

"Aren't you afraid I'll be angry?"

His voice was like ice, his gaze fixed on her with a chilling detachment, as if she were a stranger.

But she was carrying his child.

"I am afraid, Ferdinand. But I'm more afraid you'll regret this. Briony isn't as docile

as she seems. She's stubborn-if she doesn't want to stay, no matter what you do, you'll just push her to the edge. If you keep tightening your grip, the only escape she'll see is death."

Mary turned to face him, her eyes unwavering. "I love you. Even knowing you only see me as a means to an end, I don't regret any of it. But Ferdinand-you have nothing to fear. You still have this child. This is your and Briony's baby. As long as the child is born safely, the bond between you and her will never truly break. So why rush things now?"

Ferdinand studied her quietly. He had to admit—she knew how to calm him down.

the child was all that mattered to him

much

until the child was born, he could tolerate

this baby to come into the world healthy and

exactly how to use the child as

The more you anger me now, the worse things will be for you once the baby

her arms around his

a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. "Ferdinand, this is the only time I'll disobey you. I promise,

pulled her arms away. "Don't

win me over

face. If I were swayed by that, would this baby even

touching her belly. "You're so cruel, Ferdinand. I'm willing to bear this child for you and Briony, and all you do is snap at me.

her

would've been

"It's getting late. Get some rest-it's better

that, he turned

back, a smile