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!"

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

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

a triumphant look

over, about to offer Stewart a supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen on the floor

following Stewart's

had stumbled moments ago was a

picked it up, and handed

over the barrel, then tucked

is there anything else in your office you

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

"She said it was a thank-you for helping her

anniversary. Briony had given him the

Stewart could only think himself

once loved him-carefully,

that was a

once been loved could be more painful

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

he was out of

pavement.

oubled over, coughinget

helped Stewart out of the Wentworth Group

the car

staining his

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

the door, forcing himself upright, his voice a rasp. "Take

"But sir-"

insisted, eyes closed, his face ghostly

his resolve, Carl could only

pulled away from