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!"

snapped, cutting Ferdinand off. "Don't keep the shareholders waiting. Get

his fists, lips pressed into a thin line, and followed Fred

triumphant look as he strutted in

arm, when Stewart

paused, following

moments ago was a single fountain

bent down, picked it up, and handed it to

it, brushing his fingertips lightly over the barrel,

office you want to take? I can

else matters. Just this

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

had given him the pen, disguising it as a

could only think

him-carefully, shyly, with

a long

could be more painful than never having been

over him. But there was no

he was out of

the pavement. Content

oubled over, coughinget

Stewart out of the

soon as the car door

staining his

alarm. "We need to get you to

himself upright, his voice a rasp.

"But sir-"

closed, his face ghostly pale

Carl

Maybach pulled away from the