Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Southern Vale Airport.

A private yacht was moored at the dock.

The captain warned that the sea was rough today, so they'd be moving slowly-it would take around four hours to reach Sapphire Shores.

Briony Kensington's head throbbed dully. As soon as she boarded the yacht, she found a quiet room and went straight to bed.

Stewart Wentworth, knowing she was unwell, asked one of the stewardesses to bring Briony some motion sickness pills.

Briony didn't protest. She swallowed the pills and collapsed onto the bed.

The wind was fierce, and the yacht rocked and pitched as it cut across the waves.

Briony hadn't slept well last night, and lying down didn't do much to ease her discomfort.

Eventually, the medicine began to work; she drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

When she finally woke, the boat was tossing even more violently than before.

She pushed back the covers and sat up, checking the time-only two hours had passed.

Frustration washed over her. Every minute felt like an eternity.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Briony slipped on her shoes and went to answer it.

Stewart stood outside, his gaze dark and steady. "Still feeling sick?"

Briony didn't bother replying.

to her cold shoulder. "It'll be another two hours before we dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked

to rest. Let

that, she shut the door in

stared at the closed door, lips pressed into

he turned

just to avoid Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She

by in a

yacht reached

mouth, and made it to a nearby trash

of a bottle of water and handing it to her.

in her stomach

her. "Are you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait

him off, her voice steady. "Let's

gave her a

...

another twenty kilometers by car from the

Shaw had rented a Volkswagen at

great-ten kilometers out from the port, the pavement

and more

trees and arrived at a

village roads were even narrower and more winding. It was impossible to take the

at the edge of

sinking into the muddy, rain-soaked lane as they walked

Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept chickens or ducks-pungent farm smells drifted on

each step, Briony's expression

mother really lived in such a remote, impoverished place for the

much farther?" Briony