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.

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

just want to rest. Let

shut the door in

door, lips

moment, he turned and walked

eat-not just to avoid Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely stand the thought

in a

the yacht

clasped over her mouth, and made it to a nearby trash

a bottle of water and handing it to her. She took it gratefully

that had been churning in her stomach

need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and

off, her voice steady.

a brief nod.

...

from the dock

rented a Volkswagen

weren't great-ten kilometers out from the port, the pavement narrowed,

grow more and more

of trees and arrived at a

were even narrower and more winding. It was

at the edge

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

houses here were single-story stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept chickens or ducks-pungent farm smells drifted on the

step, Briony's expression grew more

her mother really lived in such a remote, impoverished place

much farther?" Briony