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.

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

to go outside for

recovering. It's not wise

her tone calm as she met his gaze. "I mean, I want to leave this room. Take a walk, window shop-anything. I just don't

her, his expression unreadable. "It's not as safe here as

someone come with me," Briony said, her voice resolute. "Maybe I don't have much time left. Are you really going to deny me even

pressed into a thin

and she saw the conflict in his eyes-alongside

known for a while. My sudden

hanging at his side,

bobbed, but whatever words he meant to say,

reacted so strangely. I couldn't see you, but you asked if I'd taken

you take anything?"

replied, locking eyes with him. "But you seem to have

Ferdinand looked startled.

says maternal genes can have a impact. Maybe I was always carrying some dormant mutation, and your so-called monot happened to trigger it. Or maybe not.

was light, almost like

it was saving him all those