Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He was speaking when, all of a sudden, he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A moment later, the man could hold himself up no longer. His tall frame collapsed,

knees slamming hard against the unforgiving deck.

He coughed again, more blood spilling from his lips.

Briony hadn't hesitated-her aim had been both ruthless and precise.

It must have hit his spleen.

Bianca heard the commotion and came running. When she saw Stewart kneeling on the deck, a knife still lodged in his side and blood on his lips, she gasped in horror and called frantically for the doctor.

Their private physician rushed over.

Stewart, clinging to consciousness by a thread, managed to command, "Turn the boat around. Now. And... get my wife back to her cabin-"

With those words, his eyes fluttered shut. He passed out cold.

"Sir!"

Briony watched as Stewart was carried away toward the cabins.

Conditions on the yacht were far from ideal. The doctor could do little more than stop the bleeding.

Bianca pressed him for answers.

voice strained. "I can't risk removing the knife out here. We need to get

Bianca heard this, she hurried

now, the wind was howling, and fat raindrops pelted

to come inside! The waves are getting worse out here. It's dangerous to stay on deck any

let

back inside, Stewart would wake up and lock her away

doctor says he's lost consciousness from a spleen injury. The captain's already

raised her voice over the storm, pleading with

say on this yacht than anyone else. What are you afraid

Briony blinked, startled.

weather was growing

her face

mind, she saw Little

from a nightmare. "I can't... I can't

hittle Nina's still waiting

at home!"

up and spilled from Briony's eyes. Relieved, Bianca quickly helped her

wouldn't return

her to her

me

take a hot shower

Bianca suggested gently.

at herself. Her wedding gown was drenched, streaked with blood, an

just like her

with blood and

bathroom, Bianca helped Briony out