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.

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

in pain, collapsing onto his

frantically crawling backwards. When she hit the edge of the bed, she tumbled off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring

"Bryn..."

wrenched the

still half-delirious and with the knife embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. "Bryn, don't be scared. I won't

hear him. Without a

knife buried in his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his teeth and stumbled

pressed close around the ship as it crept along the

fled all the way to

streaked with Stewart's blood-old stains

hands, spinning to face Stewart as he caught up. Her scream tore

Stewart stopped immediately.

the very edge of the deck, nothing behind

shrieked

shifted in an instant-lightning forked through the sky, thunder rumbled. The storm was about

hair into wild tangles, and the heavy wedding dress only made her look more fragile,

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

I swear, I'm not going to force you anymore..." he called, inching slowly toward her, one hand

Come here. We'll go back

I'll never believe you

the wind battered

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