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.

dock. You haven't eaten since this morning-I asked them

want to rest. Let

she shut the door

the closed door, lips pressed into a thin

he

the seasickness had

next two hours crawled by in a haze of

yacht reached the

hurried off the boat, hand clasped over her mouth,

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

nausea that had been churning in her stomach finally

If you need to rest, we can

off, her voice steady. "Let's

her a

...

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

a Volkswagen at the

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

more and more primitive, her

trees and arrived

more winding. It was

parked at the edge

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

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

each step, Briony's expression

her mother really lived in such a remote, impoverished place

much farther?"