Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony fixed her gaze on Ferdinand. "No mother could ever truly abandon her own child. Ferdinand, you created this child for one reason to break down my defenses, to use my heart against me. If something happens to this baby, then there's truly nothing left between us."

Ferdinand pressed his lips into a thin line, studying Briony intently.

He was weighing how much of her words were sincere.

Mary's pained cry broke the silence. At last, Ferdinand spoke, his voice cold: "Gifford, pull over somewhere secluded."

Gifford frowned, uneasy. "Mr. Ellsworth, we should get to the docks as fast as possible. They'll be expecting us, and every minute we delay puts us at greater risk."

Ferdinand's patience was gone. “I won't repeat myself."

Gifford gritted his teeth, the wound on his thigh throbbing. He knew well enough that when Ferdinand lost it, he was capable of anything.

"Mr. Ellsworth, I hope you don't regret this."

With a heavy sigh, Gifford steered the SUV off the road, weaving through the trees until they came to a stop in the shelter of the woods.

Ferdinand immediately unzipped a small medical kit and laid out the acupuncture needles.

Gifford slid out of the car and clambered onto the roof to keep watch.

Inside, only the three of them remained.

Briony reached over, tearing open a sterile alcohol wipe and handing it to Ferdinand.

hadn't expected her to

the wipe, glancing up at

you looking at

bent his head and began

the car door,

anxious glances at Briony, who kept her eyes shut and looked utterly

heart twisted with

what I'm trying

tense minutes, Mary's pain finally

the medical kit.

better," Mary said, then hesitated. "But, um... I really need to use the

Ferdinand, embarrassed. "Ever since my belly got this big, I just can't hold

irritation crossed Ferdinand's face, his gaze

to play

it anymore. Tears spilled over as she pleaded, "Ferdinand, you can't seriously

Ferdinand's expression darkened.

spoke up. "She's in this state because she's carrying your child, Ferdinand. Don't be

to her, voice tight. "Bryn, we're on the

of howhere, and you can have Gifford keep watch. She's heavily pregnant-where could she possibly go? Besides, she loves you. Do you really

in her words made Ferdinand

I won't run," Mary whispered.