Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Utter nonsense!" Stewart's scowl deepened. "Bryn doesn't understand any of this. Ferdinand's obsession with her is my fault-how could you just let her go back to him?"

"But Ferdinand has already set his sights on the children," the assistant said quietly. "Ms. Kensington made it clear-she's not doing this for the greater good, and it's not about you. She's doing it for the kids. That's all."

Stewart froze, his anger draining into stunned silence.

Mr. Hoffman looked up at Stewart, his expression grave. "You know as well as I do. Things have reached a dead end."

"Ms. Kensington is innocent in all this, but right now, she's the only one Ferdinand cares about. The only one who can draw him out."

Stewart closed his eyes, jaw tight, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Ferdinand is after Bryn because of me. I dragged her into this mess."

"It's not all your fault," Mr. Hoffman said gently.

Stewart opened his eyes, confusion flickering there. "What do you mean?"

With a sigh, Mr. Hoffman replied, "Ms. Kensington confided in me recently. She said that night, more than nine years ago, when she met you by chance-she also happened to save Ferdinand. Looking back, it must have been during that raid. Ferdinand was wounded while escaping. By sheer coincidence, Ms. Kensington, not knowing who he was, helped him.”

Stewart stared at Mr. Hoffman, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bryn saved Ferdinand..."

Hoffman affirmed. "Ferdinand's mind isn't... right. He believes Ms. Kensington saved his life, changed his fate. Now he's convinced

would never choose

up under Fred Wentworth's shadow, surrounded by extremists, his mind became warped long ago. And you... your sense of duty, your temperament, all the burdens you carry -they ended up wounding Ms. Kensington

us, Stewart. Cause and effect. The three of you were always bound for this tangle, whether you realized

Kensington-maybe, from the very start, you were only meant to

long time ago.

fate," Mr. Hoffman said quietly. "Just like Miss Mary. The organization pulled

life, but it came at

herself to love.

thought she'd finally fonet

means breaking yourself apart and building someone

in the process,

That became her undoing.

like Mary. Mary always knew exactly what she was getting into.

was dragged into this

she wanted out-she