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!"

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

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

Stewart a triumphant look as he strutted

supporting arm, when Stewart spoke.

following

moments

bent down, picked it up, and handed

barrel, then tucked it carefully

Wentworth, is there anything else in your office you want to take? I can pack up

Stewart's voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl looked puzzled, glancing

Stewart murmured, the corners of his eyes reddening. "She said it was a thank-you

Briony had given him the pen, disguising

only think himself

loved him-carefully, shyly,

a long time

that having once been loved could be more painful than never having been

his eyes, bitter regret washing over him. But there was no

he was out of

the pavement. Content

oubled over, coughinget

of the Wentworth

as the car

staining his

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

gripped the door, forcing himself upright, his

"But sir-"

closed, his face

Carl could only

away from the