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

divorce papers, the next he'd abducted

threw back the covers and

clink echoed from beneath

pounding as she slowly lowered her

steel chain

lifted the hem of her dress and found the chain cuffed

chain with her eyes, she saw the other end was bolted firmly

through her, leaving her

really had lost

Click.

The door opened.

snapped toward the

strode in, tall and composed,

a few small dishes and a bowl

was awake, Stewart's sharp features remained calm,

indifferent smile. "Good. You're

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

This was insane.

you're doing?" she spat,

very

tray down on the small table

closer, reaching out as if to touch

recoiled instantly, the chain

a cruel reminder

to surprise me in

dark eyes fixed on her, unblinking. "You never really did

that!" Briony snapped, her patience gone. "You

lips twisted in