Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart let her go.

"Bryn, don't play games with me."

He glanced at the food laid out on the table. "Behave yourself, and I'll consider whatever you ask for."

Briony's hands tightened into fists.

So, Stewart wasn't as easy to fool as she'd hoped.

But right now, she couldn't afford to provoke him any further.

Slowly, step by step, she forced herself to the small table. The sound of the iron chain dragging across the floor echoed through the room, each scrape a fresh humiliation.

She had absolutely no appetite.

"Eat. These are all your favorites," Stewart said, sinking into the chair across from her. He watched her, a hint of a smile in those dark eyes. "Go on, eat while it's

warm. Cold food isn't good for your stomach."

Briony stared at the dishes in front of her.

They really were foods she used to love.

But now, just looking at them made her stomach churn.

Stewart's gaze stayed fixed on her. He was smiling, but there was something cold and menacing behind those eyes.

a fork, and

It tasted like ashes.

speared a piece of meat, holding it out

chilling stare, Briony opened her

her stomach rebelling with

mechanically, numb and

watched her

She dropped her fork, clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted

wildly behind her, a perfect symbol of how utterly trapped and desperate she

her knees in front of the toilet and vomited everything

Stewart heard the harsh

his knee that

emptied her stomach until there

was ragged, and she worried she might faint. She splashed cold water on

soaked her pallid skin, clearing the fog

leave, the chain caught

tile floor, pain

herself on trembling arms, gasping for

elive

and night without food—and now having lost what little she'd managed to swallow-she

Stewart came

beside her, long fingers gently tucking a

being with me make you

his

"Get away from me..."

to yell at him, but her voice was barely more than a whisper, soft and