Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony blinked open her eyes, groggy and disoriented.

She found herself staring up at a room she knew all too well.

Wait-this was... the master bedroom at Southcreek Manor?

Her muddled mind snapped awake in an instant.

She bolted upright, only to feel a strange, heavy resistance in her body.

Glancing down, Briony froze in shock-she was wearing a wedding dress.

Her eyes widened, panic flaring in her chest.

No-this couldn't be. Wasn't this the very dress she'd burned in Ghana four years ago?

What the hell was going on?!

She scanned the room, desperate for answers.

No doubt about it-this was Southcreek Manor's master bedroom.

How on earth had she ended up here?

A sharp pain pulsed at her temples. She pressed her fingers to her head, trying to steady herself.

Fragments of memory before she'd blacked out started to resurface.

Had... had Stewart kidnapped her?

Her breath caught in her throat.

he lost

he'd mailed her the divorce papers, the next

back the covers and

metallic clink echoed from

as she slowly

steel chain snaked across the

lifted the hem of her dress and found the

her eyes, she saw the other

chill swept through her, leaving her hands trembling as she clutched

really had

Click.

The door opened.

head snapped toward the

composed, dressed

carrying a tray-on it, a few small dishes and a bowl

awake, Stewart's sharp features remained

indifferent smile. "Good. You're up. Just in time for

identical to the one he'd

This was insane.

doing?" she spat, her anger barely

very fair thing to

on the small table beside the sofa

married, you know." He stepped closer, reaching out

the chain rattling

was a cruel reminder

never cease to surprise me in the worst possible

on

Briony snapped, her patience gone. "You don't have

twisted