Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand knew it was Gifford who had told everyone that Briony was Stewart's ex-wife.

He looked at Gifford and smiled, a cold glint in his eyes.

The next moment, Gifford let out a muffled grunt and dropped to one knee, blood gushing from his thigh.

The bullet was lodged in the bone, and Ferdinand didn't hesitate to dig it out himself with his combat knife.

He pressed the bloodied bullet into Gifford's trembling hand, his own palm slick with blood. Then he patted Gifford's pale, sweat-soaked face as if he were soothing a child.

"I told you before, I don't like anyone telling me how to handle my business."

Gifford kept his head down, teeth clenched against the pain. "Mr. Ellsworth, I was wrong."

No one else dared so much as breathe.

In the end, the wedding would proceed just as Ferdinand wished-grand, extravagant, impossible to ignore.

Everyone thought he'd lost his mind, but no one dared oppose him. They could only follow along, caught in the wake of his madness.

At the reception afterward, Ferdinand raised his glass and drank with each of the heads of the family, one by one.

Every last one of them met his toast, offering hollow congratulations.

There were plenty of people present, but Ferdinand didn't let a single one off the hook. By the end of the round, he'd downed more than his fair share.

thoroughly drunk, he cast aside any restraint. All he wanted in that moment was to hold

course, and recoiled

knows what germs you're carrying? Are you trying to

hesitated, caught off

anger. "You're drunk. Go sleep it off somewhere else. Or

eyes red from the alcohol, but a hint of amusement

you're looking forward to the

he thought, or you wouldn't be this worried about something happening to you before

to it," Briony said, holding his gaze, her expression

smiled and leaned in to press a gentle

was over in an instant-so quick that

and said,

replied coolly and watched

closed behind

her eyes, exhaling slowly

she thought. If I were healthy, I might not have survived another round with

week, Ferdinand

maids had arrived to help with the wedding preparations—all Filipino, all struggling with

nearly impossible to