Regretting the wife 46

Regretting the wife 46

Chapter 46 

Chapter 46 

Stewart slipped one hand into his pocket, his sharp gaze lowered as he looked at Rosita. His voice was calm but distant. “Go home and get some rest.” 

With that, he closed the car door

The sound wasn’t loud or abrupt, but it startled Rosita so much that she sat frozen for several seconds before she snapped out of it

The car was already moving. She rolled down the window and craned her neck to look for Stewart, but all she caught was the back of him stepping into the elevator

Carl, stop the car.” 

Carl was Stewart’s longtime personal assistantsharp, discreet, and always attuned to Stewart’s moods

Tonight, Stewart was clearly not in a good place

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, Carl spoke gently but firmly. Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Wentworth made it clearmy job is to see you home safe. Please don’t make this difficult for me.” 

At that, Rosita lowered her head and clenched her hands in her lap, silent

Inside the neonlit private lounge, Briony stood aloneslender, upright, and out of place

Ten shot glasses lined the table in front of her, filled with everything from vodka to whiskey to sicklysweet cocktails

Across from her, Mack sprawled in the center of the couch, legs crossed, arms draped around two women. His smirk was pure arrogance. You finish all those drinks, and I’ll talk to you. Or, since we’re family, I’ll give you a second option.” 

Briony wasn’t a drinker, and the room was packed with rich, reckless young men. If she downed those shots, she knew things would only spiral further out of her control

She narrowed her eyes. What’s the second option?” 

Mack’s grin widened. Look around. Every guy here comes from old money. Don’t say I never did anything for you. You like flirting with men, don’t you? Go aheadpick any one of my friends and seduce him. If you can pull it off, I’ll give you whatever you want. That’s a promisefrom your loving little brother.” 

Briony stared him down, her laugh cold. Mack, you really are Malcolm Kensington’s son.” 

Crash

A crystal glass shattered at Briony’s feet

Cold liquor and shards sprayed across the floor. Briony winced as a piece of glass sliced the back of her hand, blood welling up and dripping onto the carpet

What the hell gives you the right to say my father’s name?Mack shot to his feet and lunged at Briony, seizing her by the throat and slamming her back against the wall

The shock of the cold wall made her blanch, but she glared at himdefiant, furious, unbroken

Mack, don’t forgetwithout Mom carrying you for nine months, you wouldn’t even exist!” 

So what if she gave birth to me?Mack snarled back. She’s a useless woman who never did a damn thing for the Kensingtons except have kids. If it weren’t for my father, this family would be nothing. She was just a burden, lucky to be kept around, and instead of gratitude, she murdered him! And you think I’m like my father? What about you?!” 

His grip tightened, his rage barely contained. You’re every bit as poisonous as Julia! What kind of daughter 

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begs for mercy for her father’s killer? You’re a traitorjust like Julia. You both deserve to die!” 

Briony’s face turned crimson as she clawed at Mack’s hand, desperate for air, but his grip only hardened. He’d trained as a boxer since childhood, and his strength was terrifying

Her resistance faded. Her arms dropped. She slid helplessly toward the floor

As she collapsed, Briony barely registered the lounge door flying open with a violent kick

And just before the darkness swallowed her, she thought she saw a tall figure rushing toward her- 

Regretting the wife

Regretting the wife

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Regretting the wife

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