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 some

to go

It's not wise to

I want to leave this room. Take a walk,

expression unreadable. "It's not as safe here

have much time left. Are you really going to deny me even

into

and she saw the conflict

crooked half-smile. "Ferdinand, I've known for a while. My sudden illness is probably connected to

hand, hanging at his side,

words he meant to say,

see you, but you asked if I'd taken any other medication. That's

you take anything?" he asked

eyes with him. "But you seem to have forgotten-my mother

Ferdinand looked startled.

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. You're a doctor-you know how sometimes the smallest chance can lead to the most

light, almost like she was discussing the

once told her she wasn't innocent, that it was saving him all those years