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.

pressed into a thin line, and followed

Stewart a triumphant look as he strutted in

supporting arm, when

following

had stumbled moments ago was a single

bent down, picked it up, and handed it

his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then tucked it carefully back into his breast

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

Stewart's voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen." Carl

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

anniversary. Briony had given him

back, Stewart could only think

once loved him-carefully, shyly,

a long time

out that having once been loved could be more painful

eyes, bitter regret washing over him. But there

was

the pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

of the Wentworth

the car

staining his

Carl's face blanched with alarm. "We need to get you to a

gripped the door, forcing himself upright, his voice

"But sir-"

face ghostly pale and slick

his resolve, Carl could

pulled away from the