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,

It tasted like ashes.

a piece of meat, holding it out to her.

stare, Briony opened her mouth

her stomach

mechanically,

her in

clapped a hand over her mouth, and bolted for the

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

her knees in front

harsh retching, his hand clenching so

his knee that his

until there

the faucet, and rinsed her mouth. But even after, her breathing was ragged, and she worried she

skin, clearing the fog in

chain caught around her

cold tile

braced herself on trembling arms, gasping

elive

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

Stewart

gently tucking a

me make you this

his

"Get away from me..."

him, but her voice was barely