Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 618

Briony stared at him, lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing.

Ferdinand had managed to dig up events from over four years ago with such precision.

That could only mean he’d already mastered every detail and person connected to Stewart’s life. Back in that quiet old village, if Ferdinand had lost control even once, she and the children would never have survived.

“Ferdinand,” she said at last, her voice shaking, “if you hate Stewart so much, why did you ever help little Nina recover her health?”

Ferdinand’s brow arched, as if genuinely surprised by her sudden question.

He looked at Briony, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. “Bryn, those two years in that small village—they were the happiest days of my life.”

He lifted a hand, his palm spanning the delicate line of her neck. His eyes, usually so warm, were filled now with a tenderness that was almost painful to behold.

“I even thought, if you’d be willing to stay there quietly with little Nina, just live out your life in peace, then I could leave everything behind. I could give up that old life, and just be Mr. Ellsworth—a nobody beside you in that little town, for the rest of my days.”

As he spoke, his hand suddenly tightened, closing firmly around her throat.

He squeezed, but not hard enough to hurt her—just enough to show he could, if he wanted. Briony frowned but didn’t struggle.

She met his gaze, her eyes cold and unyielding, not a trace of fear in them.

Ferdinand leaned closer, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Bryn, I can accept that you have family, children, friends. But what I can’t accept is Stewart being part of your life.”

His breath was hot against her skin, radiating an almost suffocating possessiveness.

Briony lifted a hand and pushed against his chest, trying to put some distance between them.

But suddenly, Ferdinand’s expression twisted. He turned his head and, without warning, bit down hard on the soft curve of her ear—

Agonizing pain shot through her!

Briony gasped, shoving him away with all her strength.

He let go, releasing her.

She slapped him across the face, her voice trembling with fury. “Ferdinand, you’re insane!”

She no longer cared about consequences. She screamed at him, “A madman like you should never have been allowed to live!”

His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory glare.

“Bryn, I get angry when you say things you shouldn’t.”

“Why don’t you just kill me, then!”

“How could I ever bring myself to do that?”

Ferdinand smiled again, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He pressed it gently against her bleeding ear, his voice soft, but every word sharp and merciless, cutting her to the core—

“Have you forgotten about Ms. Hudson?”

Briony’s eyes widened in horror.

“If you lay a finger on my mother, Ferdinand, I swear I’ll come for you myself!” she screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his white suit jacket.

Blood from her hand smeared across the fabric, staining it a brilliant, desperate red.