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.

picked up a fork, and

It tasted like ashes.

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

stare, Briony opened her mouth and let

her stomach rebelling

chewed mechanically, numb and

her in

clapped a hand over her

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

to her knees in front of

heard the harsh

that his knuckles

stomach until there

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

icy water soaked her pallid skin, clearing the fog in her head just

turned to leave, the chain caught around her ankle,

hit the cold tile

trembling arms, gasping

elive

lost what little she'd managed to swallow-she

Stewart came

fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind

with me make

his hand

"Get away from me..."

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