Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand cradled little Nina in his arms, his deep eyes fixed on Stewart.

For a brief moment, the two men locked eyes-no words were spoken, but the tension in the air spoke volumes.

Little Nina, full and content, was growing drowsy. She sprawled sleepily on Ferdinand's shoulder, barely keeping her eyes open.

Stewart walked over, casting a glance at Little Nina before turning to Briony. "She's tired. Let me take you both home."

Briony's gaze was icy. "Stewart, there's no need for this."

A hint of a smirk tugged at Stewart's lips as his dark eyes lingered on her. "We're married, Briony. It's only natural I bring you and our daughter home."

Briony frowned, irritation flickering across her face.

"Mrs. Wentworth, let's go," Stewart said, his voice smooth but his smile tight. "We're in public, after all. Let's keep up appearances, shall we?"

His words sounded like a suggestion, but Briony caught the edge of warning beneath his tone.

They were, after all, out in public. Now wasn't the time for a fight-and Little Nina was still in Ferdinand's arms.

Briony pressed her lips together, drew a steadying breath, and looked at

Ferdinand. "Thank you, Mr. Ellsworth. I'll take Little Nina home for now. Please drive safely."

"Of course." Ferdinand didn't argue. He gently handed Little Nina over.

Briony took her daughter into her arms.

mother's shoulder, found a comfortable spot, yawned, and slipped

Nina straight

over to

ducked inside, still cradling her

door shut quietly behind her, and she turned to look out

gotten in

seemed to be talking

they were saying, but she saw

later, Stewart broke away

Briony looked away.

silent and suffocating. No one spoke; the tension was thick enough to

absolute caution, barely daring

Mercedes pulled into

herself and stepped out, still

She headed straight upstairs.

was sound asleep; Briony

in the bathroom and gently wiped her daughter's face and

truly

changed her

raised

the basin back to

out, the

Stewart walked in.