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.

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

Bianca heard this, she hurried back out

howling, and fat raindrops

arm. "Ma'am, he's unconscious. Please, you need to come inside! The waves are getting worse out here.

let go of

she went back inside, Stewart would wake up and lock

the doctor says he's lost consciousness from a spleen injury.

her face, Bianca raised her voice over the storm, pleading

out cold, ma'am. Right now, you have more say on this yacht than anyone else. What are

Briony blinked, startled.

was growing

her face

she saw Little Nina's sweet, hopeful

she woke from a nightmare. "I

hittle Nina's still waiting

at home!"

spilled from Briony's eyes. Relieved,

wouldn't return to that

to her own

me

take a hot shower and change out of

Bianca suggested gently.

herself. Her wedding gown was drenched, streaked

looked just

blood

out of the heavy,