Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand Ellsworth hurried after Briony Kensington. "Bryn-"

"Ferdinand."

The voice behind him was cold-Fred Wentworth.

Ferdinand stopped abruptly and turned around.

Fred strode up, his expression severe. "Today marks the beginning of your presidency at Wentworth Group. All the major shareholders are here. Come inside with me, and I'll introduce you."

Ferdinand lowered his eyes, jaw tight. "Alright."

Fred turned, shooting a withering look at Stewart Wentworth. He sneered, "From now on, Wentworth Group has nothing to do with you. Get out. Don't make me call security."

Ferdinand cast Stewart a glance. Stewart's gentle features-the ones little Nina had always adored-were now clouded with emotion.

But Stewart didn't spare Fred or Ferdinand a single glance.

It was true. Wentworth Group was no longer his.

And Fred would never know: the company didn't change hands because Fred had won. Stewart had simply let it go.

As for Ferdinand, Stewart's dark gaze shifted to him.

Ferdinand said quietly, "Stewart, Bryn will never forgive you. You lost."

Stewart's lips curled into a cold, faint smile. "Even if I no longer want her, she was never yours to begin with."

"You"

"Ferdinand!"

off. "Don't keep the shareholders waiting. Get in

pressed into a thin line, and followed Fred into the meeting

triumphant look as he strutted

offer Stewart a supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen on

following Stewart's

where Stewart had stumbled moments ago was

picked it up, and handed

over the barrel, then tucked it

office you want to take? I

matters. Just this pen." Carl looked puzzled, glancing at the

eyes reddening. "She said it was a thank-you for helping her mother with the lawsuit. I actually believed

first anniversary. Briony had given him the

back, Stewart could only think himself

him-carefully, shyly, with

that was a long

that having once been loved could be more

regret washing over him. But there was

now, he was out

pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

helped Stewart out of

the car door

blood staining his

Wentworth!" Carl's face blanched with alarm. "We

forcing himself upright, his

"But sir-"

Stewart insisted, eyes closed, his face

resolve, Carl could

Maybach pulled away from the