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.

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

Nina straight to the waiting black

hurried over to open the

still

behind her, and she turned

gotten in

seemed to be talking to

hear what they were saying, but

later, Stewart broke away and walked

Briony looked away.

No one spoke; the tension was

absolute caution, barely daring

the Mercedes pulled into the driveway

the door herself and

She headed straight upstairs.

sound asleep; Briony had no intention

basin of warm water in the bathroom and gently

Little Nina was truly asleep,

changed her into pajamas,

raised

basin

out, the

Stewart walked in.