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.

hours before we dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I

"I just want to rest. Let

the door in

at the closed door, lips pressed into

moment, he turned

but because the seasickness had killed her appetite. She

crawled by in a haze of nausea

last, the yacht reached

mouth, and made it to a nearby trash

bottle of water and handing it to her. She took

that had been churning in her stomach

you sure you're okay? If you need to rest, we can find a guesthouse nearby and wait until you feel

fine," Briony cut him off, her voice

gave her a brief

...

by car from the dock to where Julia Hudson was

a Volkswagen at

from the port,

grow more and more

trees and

were even narrower and more winding. It was

the edge

them got out, their shoes sinking into the muddy,

houses here were single-story stone cottages. Every yard had a vegetable patch, and most families kept

each step, Briony's expression grew

really lived in such a remote, impoverished place for the

much farther?"