Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 419

Stewart knelt down in front of Briony, meeting her bewildered gaze.

He reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a key, unlocking the shackle around her ankle.

The metal chain clattered to the floor.

Briony frowned.

Rising to his feet, Stewart looked down at her, a gentle smile flickering in his dark eyes. “You’re free to leave now.”

Briony stared at him, hesitation written all over her face.

Stewart said nothing.

Tentatively, she took a step forward.

He didn’t move to stop her.

She drew in a shaky breath, then broke into a run.

Pain shot up from her ankle—sharp, relentless—but she ignored it, seized the doorknob, and flung the door open—

And froze.

This wasn’t Southcreek Manor.

She took in the long, unfamiliar hallway, dread pooling in her stomach.

No. No, it couldn’t be.

Briony forced herself onward, limping down the endless corridor.

When she finally emerged, the wind hit her, salty and cold. Her heart plummeted.

She was on a deck.

Before her stretched nothing but the endless expanse of the sea.

They weren’t at Southcreek Manor at all.

They were on a private yacht.

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Briony turned.

Stewart was approaching.

“We’re already in the middle of the ocean,” he said quietly. “It’ll be nearly impossible for anyone to find you now.”