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 his

mailed her the divorce papers,

boiling inside her, Briony threw back

metallic clink echoed

pounding as

steel chain snaked

hem of her dress and found the chain cuffed to her

eyes, she saw the other

her hands trembling as she clutched

really had

Click.

The door opened.

snapped toward the

composed, dressed in a

it, a few small dishes and a bowl of plain soup with

Stewart's sharp features remained calm, almost

smile. "Good.

identical to the one he'd worn in

This was insane.

realize what you're doing?" she spat, her anger barely

not a very fair thing

down on the small table

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

instantly, the chain rattling a sharp

sound was a cruel reminder of her

breath quickened. "Stewart, you never cease to surprise me in the worst possible

eyes fixed on her, unblinking. "You

call me that!" Briony snapped, her patience gone.

twisted