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 a bite into

It tasted like ashes.

other fork and speared a piece of meat, holding

Briony opened her mouth and let him

mouth was full, her stomach

chewed mechanically, numb

her in

She dropped her fork, clapped a

perfect symbol of how utterly trapped and

in front of the

Stewart heard the harsh retching, his hand clenching

knee that

stomach until there

after, her breathing was ragged, and she worried

pallid skin, clearing the fog

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

the cold tile

braced herself on trembling arms, gasping

elive

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

Stewart

long fingers gently tucking a strand

"Does being with me make you this

slapped his hand

"Get away from me..."

voice was barely more than a whisper, soft and