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.

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

want to go outside for

not wise to

want to leave

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

have 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

into

she saw the conflict in his eyes-alongside

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

hand, hanging at his side, clenched

whatever words he meant to say, he

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

take

him. "But you seem

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 trigger it.

tone was light, almost like she was

it was saving him all those years ago which led them to this