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.

two hours before we dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked them to prepare

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

the door

the closed door, lips pressed into a

he turned

Stewart, but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She could barely stand the thought of

by in a haze of nausea and

last, the yacht reached the

her mouth, and made

the cap of a bottle of water and handing

had been churning in

okay? If you need to rest, we can find

off, her voice

her a brief nod.

...

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

a Volkswagen at the local

island roads weren't great-ten kilometers out from the port, the pavement narrowed, riddled with potholes and

grow more and more primitive, her worry deepening with

thicket of trees and arrived at a small village called

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

parked at the edge

got out, their shoes sinking into the muddy,

patch, and most

each step, Briony's

such a remote, impoverished

much farther?"