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

her the divorce papers, the next he'd abducted

inside her, Briony threw back the covers and slid off the

echoed from

as she slowly

steel chain

hem of her dress

her eyes, she saw the other end was bolted firmly to

swept through her, leaving her hands trembling

had lost

Click.

The door opened.

head snapped toward the

tall and composed, dressed in

small dishes

awake, Stewart's sharp features

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

his suit-it was identical to the one he'd worn in

This was insane.

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

a very fair thing to

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

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

recoiled instantly, the chain rattling a

was a cruel reminder of her

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

dark eyes fixed on her,

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

twisted in