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.

lost

her the divorce papers, the

inside her, Briony threw back the covers

echoed from

heart pounding as she slowly lowered

steel chain snaked across the

disbelief, she lifted the hem of her dress and found

chain with her eyes, she saw the other

through her, leaving her hands trembling

had

Click.

The door opened.

head snapped toward

composed, dressed in a

few small

awake, Stewart's sharp features remained

lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile. "Good. You're up. Just in time

identical to the one

This was insane.

you're doing?" she spat, her anger barely contained.

that's not a very fair thing to

tray down on the small table beside the sofa at the foot

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

the chain rattling a sharp

a cruel reminder of

to surprise me in the worst possible

Stewart's dark eyes fixed on her, unblinking.

Briony snapped, her patience

twisted in