Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"It's only about control, isn't it?" Briony stared at him. "But it can't be cured, right?"

Ferdinand pressed his lips together, silent.

"Forget it." Briony lifted a hand to rub her aching temples. "I'd like some water."

"Of course."

Ferdinand immediately got up to fetch her a glass.

He held the water in one hand, and with the other, carefully helped Briony sit up, propping her gently against his chest.

Briony didn't want to lean on him, but she simply didn't have the strength to resist.

Worried she might choke, Ferdinand had even brought her a straw.

She took a few slow sips, and finally the dryness in her throat eased a bit.

"I'd like some soup," she said quietly.

An appetite-any appetite-was a good sign.

set the glass on the nightstand. "I'II ask Belinda to make you

want to go outside for a

recovering. It's not wise to go out

she met his gaze. "I mean, I want to leave this room. Take a walk, window shop-anything. I just

his expression unreadable. "It's

said, her voice resolute. "Maybe I don't have much time left. Are you really

into a thin

looked at Briony, and she saw the

I've known for a while. My sudden illness is probably connected to what you did to me before."

his side, clenched into

Adam's apple bobbed, but whatever words he meant to say, he couldn't get

came back, you checked my pulse. You reacted so strangely. I couldn't see you, but you asked if I'd taken any other medication. That's when I realized something was

did you take anything?" he asked

"But you seem to

Ferdinand looked startled.

carrying some dormant mutation, and your so-called monot happened to trigger it. Or maybe not. You're a doctor-you know how sometimes

light, almost like she was

innocent, that it was saving him all