Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 513

Ferdinand Ellsworth hurried after Briony Kensington. "Bryn—"

"Ferdinand."

The voice behind him was cold—Fred Wentworth.

Ferdinand stopped abruptly and turned around.

Fred strode up, his expression severe. "Today marks the beginning of your presidency at Wentworth Group. All the major shareholders are here. Come inside with me, and I'll introduce you."

Ferdinand lowered his eyes, jaw tight. "Alright."

Fred turned, shooting a withering look at Stewart Wentworth. He sneered, "From now on, Wentworth Group has nothing to do with you. Get out. Don’t make me call security."

Ferdinand cast Stewart a glance. Stewart’s gentle features—the ones little Nina had always adored—were now clouded with emotion.

But Stewart didn’t spare Fred or Ferdinand a single glance.

It was true. Wentworth Group was no longer his.

And Fred would never know: the company didn’t change hands because Fred had won. Stewart had simply let it go.

As for Ferdinand, Stewart’s dark gaze shifted to him.

Ferdinand said quietly, "Stewart, Bryn will never forgive you. You lost."

Stewart’s lips curled into a cold, faint smile. "Even if I no longer want her, she was never yours to begin with."

"You—"

"Ferdinand!"

Fred snapped, cutting Ferdinand off. "Don’t keep the shareholders waiting. Get in here."

Ferdinand clenched his fists, lips pressed into a thin line, and followed Fred into the meeting room.

Barrie Lockwood shot Stewart a triumphant look as he strutted in after them.

Carl Shaw hurried over, about to offer Stewart a supporting arm, when Stewart spoke. "Pick up the pen on the floor for me."

Carl paused, following Stewart’s gaze.

Lying where Stewart had stumbled moments ago was a single fountain pen.

Carl bent down, picked it up, and handed it to Stewart.

Stewart took it, brushing his fingertips lightly over the barrel, then tucked it carefully back into his breast pocket.

"Mr. Wentworth, is there anything else in your office you want to take? I can pack up for you—"

"No need." Stewart’s voice was hoarse. "Nothing else matters. Just this pen."

Carl looked puzzled, glancing at the pen in Stewart’s pocket.

"Bryn gave it to me," Stewart murmured, the corners of his eyes reddening. "She said it was a thank-you for helping her mother with the lawsuit. I actually believed her…"

It had been their first anniversary. Briony had given him the pen, disguising it as a token of gratitude.

Looking back, Stewart could only think himself a fool.