Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He gripped the iron chain tightly in one hand, pulling off his tie with the other. Briony's scalp prickled with terror.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, she clenched her jaw and scrambled desperately toward the far side of the bed.

Stewart's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. He let go of the chain, watching her crawl frantically away.

Briony finally reached the edge of the bed, but in the next instant, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

"Aah-!"

Stewart yanked the chain, dragging her back. Briony clung desperately to the bedframe.

Her ankle felt like it was being crushed. In a panic, her eyes darted to the nightstand, to the lamp perched on top.

Stewart shrugged off his jacket with one hand, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

One button. Two. Three.

Briony glanced over her shoulder and burst into tears, her voice breaking, "Stewart, please I'm begging you, let me go..."

But Stewart seemed deaf to her pleas. His eyes were empty, bottomless, as if all warmth had been drained from him.

He tossed his shirt to the floor, gripped the chain with both hands, and gave it a violent pull.

Briony's hands lost their hold on the bed. In an instant, she was dragged across the mattress.

At the last second, her fingers closed around the lamp.

Crash!

lamp smashed into Stewart's head. White glass shattered, spraying shards across the

his head and collapsed onto the floor, his

jagged piece of glass, and pressed it against her

trickled down Stewart's

One drop. Two drops.

pupils contracted as he jerked his head up to stare

"Stay back!" she screamed.

so tightly her knuckles went white, the

her face, terror etched

come any closer-I swear I'll do it! I'll end it

shook, but her resolve

breath caught

into one eye, staining it red. For a moment, confusion flickered in his other eye, as if he was

just done to

her trembling chin,

chest, as if

using one hand to push himself unsteadily off

recoiled like a wounded animal, screaming,

Seeing how terrified she was, he quickly

please, don't be

any

glass

the

okay? You could really

yourself..."

was hoarse, gentle, tinged with