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.

fork, and forced

It tasted like ashes.

piece of meat, holding

opened her mouth and

mouth was full, her stomach rebelling with every

mechanically, numb and

watched her in

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

chain rattled wildly behind her, a perfect symbol

fell to her knees in front of the

Stewart heard the harsh retching, his hand clenching so

his knee that

her stomach until

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

pallid skin, clearing the fog

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

knees hit the cold tile floor, pain jolting her senses

braced herself on trembling arms,

elive

having lost what little

Stewart

crouched beside her, long fingers gently tucking a strand of hair

being with me make you this

his

"Get away from me..."

him, but her voice was barely more than a whisper,