Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony threw back the covers and stood up. "It's getting late-I should go," she said briskly.

She headed straight for the door, completely oblivious to the sudden shift in the man's expression behind her.

An instant later, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck—and then everything went black.

Ferdinand caught Briony's limp body as she collapsed, the madness he'd been holding back now breaking through in his eyes.

"Bryn, if you won't listen, I'm afraid I have no choice but to do this."

...

Briony drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind foggy and her body feeling oddly weightless. Though her senses hadn't fully returned, a flicker of awareness began to stir.

She struggled, brow furrowing as she forced her heavy eyelids open.

Streetlights slid past in blurred streaks, their glow flickering through the windows of a dimly lit car interior.

Was she in someone's car?

Briony tried to sit up, but exhaustion dragged her back under, and she slipped into darkness again.

...

The city streets were nearly empty in the dead of night.

A black sedan trailed behind Ferdinand's car, keeping a careful, steady distance.

minutes later, Ferdinand pulled into the parking garage of a

lot, he carried the unconscious Briony

sedan rolled to a stop a short distance

cap and a

the hospital's surgical suite, Ferdinand placed Briony on a

at him uncertainly. "Mr. Ellsworth, are you

his

before; he knew her medical history

Briony into the operating

black lingered in the shadows, watching. After a moment, he slipped into a side corridor and dialed a number. "She's

Briony was wheeled out of the

was waiting. "How

Ellsworth. You can rest easy," the doctor

rare smile flickered across

worry-I won't let you bear the

sleep, unaware of anything

kiss to her forehead. "Soon, Bryn, we'll have

she found herself

changing

you?" the nurse said warmly. "Once this bag's

her. "What happened

from low blood sugar. Your

friend?" Briony echoed, confused-just as