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

want to go outside for

recovering. It's not wise to go out in this

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

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

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

into a

she saw the conflict in his eyes-alongside something like

"Ferdinand, I've known for a while. My sudden illness is probably

at his side,

Adam's apple bobbed, but whatever words he

checked my pulse. You reacted so strangely. I couldn't see you, but you asked if I'd taken any

you take anything?" he asked

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

Ferdinand looked startled.

but medicine says maternal genes can have a impact. Maybe I was always carrying some dormant mutation, and your so-called monot happened to

was light, almost like she was

once told her she wasn't innocent, that it was saving him all those years ago which led them to this