Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

It was a world Briony could hardly fathom-a world no one would ever acknowledge or believe existed.

...

Both of their clothes were soaked in blood, the fabric ruined beyond repair.

Ferdinand called for the stylists.

The moment the stylists walked in and saw the scene, they froze in shock.

"Get my wife a new wedding dress," Ferdinand said, his voice sharp and cold. He fixed the stylist with a dark glare, cutting off any protest before it could leave her lips. "Just do your job and keep quiet."

"Yes, sir." The stylist dropped her gaze and quickly helped Briony into the changing room.

Another stylist came in, carrying a first aid kit.

"Mrs. Ellsworth, Mr. Ellsworth asked me to take care of your injuries first."

Briony sat before the illuminated vanity, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body still trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks of what had happened refusing to subside.

She didn't hear a word the stylist said.

Ellsworth?" the voice repeated, closer this

lashes fluttered. She looked up, meeting the eyes

clean your wounds. It might sting a little, but please

Briony nodded faintly.

wounds were deep. Scars were

injuries, another began setting out a new

for the second dress?" one

swabbing Briony's wound with an iodine-soaked cotton pad, replied without looking up, "Did

that jewelry is the real deal-Mr. Ellsworth's assistant brought them over. Just one

it's still in the car," Linda said

"Right, I'll go now!"

hurried out of

ostensibly to inspect Briony's ear, but her words were

She started to turn, but Linda murmured, "Don't look at

froze, barely

"Listen carefully," Linda continued,

Ferdinand is their best chance. Our people will be working