Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Ferdinand looked at her, his handsome features softened by a faint smile. "You let Bryn go."

It wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement.

Mary reached up and helped him out of his suit jacket, then turned to hang it neatly on the coat rack.

"Briony once helped me, Ferdinand. I couldn't stand by and watch you drive her to her death."

"Aren't you afraid I'll be angry?"

His voice was like ice, his gaze fixed on her with a chilling detachment, as if she were a stranger.

But she was carrying his child.

"I am afraid, Ferdinand. But I'm more afraid you'll regret this. Briony isn't as docile

as she seems. She's stubborn-if she doesn't want to stay, no matter what you do, you'll just push her to the edge. If you keep tightening your grip, the only escape she'll see is death."

Mary turned to face him, her eyes unwavering. "I love you. Even knowing you only see me as a means to an end, I don't regret any of it. But Ferdinand-you have nothing to fear. You still have this child. This is your and Briony's baby. As long as the child is born safely, the bond between you and her will never truly break. So why rush things now?"

Ferdinand studied her quietly. He had to admit—she knew how to calm him down.

It was true; the child was all that mattered to him now.

He'd gone through so much to have this baby.

So, until the child was born, he could tolerate almost anything Mary did.

Because he wanted this baby to come into the world healthy and safe.

Mary was clever; she knew exactly how to use the child as her shield. But even shields have an expiration date.

"Mary, I suggest you behave yourself. The more you anger me now, the worse things will be for you once the baby is born."

Mary walked over, slipped her arms around his neck, and rose up on her toes.

She brushed a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. "Ferdinand, this is the only time I'll disobey you. I promise, never again."

He pulled her arms away. "Don't think

can win me over winet

pretty face. If I were swayed by that, would this baby even exista

She pouted, touching her belly. "You're so cruel, Ferdinand. I'm willing to bear this child for you and Briony, and all you do is snap at me. Have you forgotten a mother's

mood affects her baby too?"

Her tone, her coyness-any other man would've been moved. But Ferdinand remained untouched.

He merely offered a thin smile. "It's getting late. Get some rest-it's better for the baby."

With that, he turned and left.

Mary watched his retreating back, a smile trembling on her lips.

Tears blurred her vision.

She reached up and wiped them away.

Briony, please... come home safe.

After three hours in the air, they finally left Nortia and entered Astara's airspace.

"We're in Astara now. We should be safe," Blair announced.

Briony felt her tense nerves finally begin to relax-

She had just opened her mouth to reply when a deafening boom shook the cabin!

The pilot's panicked voice crackled

the the intercom: "Left

out!

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engine's

e, we might not make ite

Before Blair could react, the helicopter lurched violently.

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Lightning split the sky, and the heavy aircraft nose-dived, hurtling toward the roiling, endless sea below-noveldrama

Crash!

With a thunderous roar, the helicopter slammed into the ocean, sending up a massive wall of spray...