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 forced

It tasted like ashes.

picked up the other fork and speared a piece of meat,

opened her

mouth was full, her stomach rebelling

chewed mechanically, numb and

watched her

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

wildly behind her, a perfect symbol of how utterly trapped

her knees in front of

hallway, Stewart heard the harsh retching, his hand clenching

his knee that

emptied her stomach until

her breathing was ragged, and she worried she might faint. She splashed cold

clearing the fog in her head just

leave, the chain caught around her ankle, and

the cold tile

trembling arms,

elive

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

Stewart came

gently tucking a strand of

me make

his hand

"Get away from me..."

wanted to yell at him, but her voice was