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.

lowered her head, picked up a fork, and forced

It tasted like ashes.

the other fork and speared a piece of meat, holding it out to her. "Eat more. You've

Briony opened her

her stomach

mechanically, numb

her

Briony couldn't take it anymore. She dropped her fork, clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted

rattled wildly behind her, a perfect symbol of how

fell to her knees in front of the toilet and vomited everything

the harsh retching, his

that his

emptied her stomach until there

to the sink, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her mouth. But even after, her breathing was ragged, and she worried she might faint.

pallid skin, clearing the fog in her head

turned to leave, the chain caught around her ankle, and

the cold tile

trembling arms, gasping for

elive

food—and now having lost what little she'd managed

Stewart came

her, long fingers gently tucking a

"Does being with me make you this

slapped his hand

"Get away from me..."

to yell at him, but her voice was barely more