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.

You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked them to prepare lunch for you.

replied coolly. "I just want to rest. Let me know when we

the

stared at the closed door,

he turned and walked

but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely stand the

two hours crawled by in

last, the yacht reached the

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

of a bottle of water and handing it to her.

been churning in her stomach finally began to

need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait

fine," Briony cut him off, her voice

her a

...

by car from the dock to where Julia Hudson was

rented a Volkswagen at

the port,

more primitive,

through a thicket of trees and

more winding. It was impossible

the edge of

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

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

Briony's

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

farther?" Briony