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.

bed and set the glass on the

to go outside for

wise to go out

"I mean, I want to leave this room. Take a walk, window shop-anything. I just don't want

unreadable. "It's not as safe here as

I don't have much time left. Are you really going to deny me even this little

into a

Briony, and she saw the conflict in his eyes-alongside something

a crooked half-smile. "Ferdinand, I've known for a while. My sudden

hand, hanging at his side, clenched into a

words he meant to

day I 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

did you take

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

Ferdinand looked startled.

and your so-called monot happened to trigger it. Or maybe not. You're a doctor-you know

was light, almost like she was discussing the

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