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.

up a fork, and forced a bite into

It tasted like ashes.

the other fork and speared a piece of

opened her mouth and let him

her stomach rebelling with

mechanically, numb

her in

She dropped her fork, clapped a hand

wildly behind her, a perfect symbol of how utterly trapped

her knees in front of the toilet and

the hallway, Stewart heard the harsh retching, his hand

that his

until there was nothing

was ragged, and she worried she might faint. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to force

water soaked her pallid skin, clearing the

the chain caught around

tile floor,

trembling arms, gasping for

elive

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

when Stewart

crouched beside her, long fingers gently tucking a strand

being with me make you this

his

"Get away from me..."

him, but her voice was barely