Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 423

Briony's pupils shrank in shock.

She'd done it.

She'd finally driven the blade of her hatred straight into Stewart's body with her own hands.

Warm, sticky liquid seeped across her palm.

She knew it was Stewart's blood.

But Stewart didn't move-not even a flicker of resistance.

Was he dead?

Was Stewart... dead?

Had she killed someone?

Tears slipped down her cheek.

Briony's breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Bryn..."

Stewart slowly lifted his head to look at her.

His face had gone deathly pale, sweat beading across his brow.

eyes widened again, as if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife's hilt, and with a strangled cry,

pain, collapsing onto

she tumbled off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, she staggered to her feet and bolted for

"Bryn..."

the door

in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. "Bryn,

Without a backward glance, she

his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his teeth and stumbled after

it crept along the endless

all the way

was streaked with Stewart's blood-old stains

the railing with both hands, spinning to face Stewart as he caught up. Her scream tore through the

Stewart stopped immediately.

deck, nothing behind her but the

shrieked

sea, the weather shifted in an instant-lightning forked through the sky, thunder rumbled. The

and the heavy wedding dress

distance, Stewart watched, heart clenching with panic, convinced the wind could sweep her into

force you anymore..." he called, inching slowly toward

there. Come here. We'll go back to Northborough right

never believe

wind battered her, nearly knocking her off her

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