Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold, her eyes calm and unreadable.

Ferdinand glared at Stewart, his eyes bloodshot. "If you ever dare humiliate Bryn again, I swear I won't let you off so easily!"

Carl rushed over, grabbing Ferdinand and pulling him away from Stewart with force.

Stumbling back a few steps, Ferdinand straightened up, tugged his collar back into place where Carl had yanked it askew, and continued to glare at Stewart. "Mr. Wentworth, are you alright?" Carl asked anxiously, his own eyes rimmed with red.

Stewart steadied himself, gently brushing Carl's hand away. He lifted a hand to his lips, stifling a cough, swallowing the metallic taste of blood that rose in his throat.

At a distance, Briony's gaze never left Stewart. She stood as if carved from stone, her face a blank mask.

Stewart wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine. Just a scratch."

Carl glanced down at Stewart's clenched fists, hanging at his sides and trembling ever so slightly, worry etched deep on his face.

Mr. Wentworth was already pushing himself too hard-now he'd taken a punch from Ferdinand as well.

up blood just now, but Stewart had forced it

of Rosita-how much does Mr. Lockwood want for

footage. “Still hopelessly in love with Rosita, are you, Mr. Wentworth? Even now, after she's ruined her reputation and run off to

was obvious Barrie meant every word for Briony's

him. "Tell Mr. Lockwood to contact

straightened his suit jacket, squared his

he heard her speak quietly. "Little Nina asked

in his tracks, turning slightly to look

gaze, meeting his dark,

locked. The air between them turned heavy,

gentle voice. "After everything he's done to you, you still want to vote for

Ferdinand. Her

to pull a handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wiping

the bruises and pinpricks on the back of his

fixed his eyes on Briony. "Why bother, Briony? If you want to vote for me just say it.