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.

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

"I just want to rest. Let me know

shut the

at the closed door, lips

moment, he turned and

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

two hours crawled by in a

the yacht reached

hurried off the boat, hand clasped over her mouth,

and handing it to her. She took it gratefully

had been churning in her stomach finally began to

studied her. "Are you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a

him off, her voice steady. "Let's

a brief nod.

...

was another twenty kilometers by car from the dock to where Julia Hudson

Shaw had rented a Volkswagen at the

out from the port, the pavement narrowed, riddled with potholes

grow more and more primitive, her

a thicket of trees and arrived at a small village called

more winding. It was impossible to take the

parked at the

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

had a vegetable patch, and most families

Briony's expression

such a remote, impoverished place for

much farther?"