Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 423

Briony’s pupils shrank in shock.

She’d done it.

She’d finally driven the blade of her hatred straight into Stewart’s body with her own hands.

Warm, sticky liquid seeped across her palm.

She knew it was Stewart’s blood.

But Stewart didn’t move—not even a flicker of resistance.

Was he dead?

Was Stewart… dead?

Had she killed someone?

Tears slipped down her cheek.

Briony’s breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

“Bryn…”

Stewart slowly lifted his head to look at her.

His face had gone deathly pale, sweat beading across his brow.

Briony’s eyes widened again, as if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife’s hilt, and with a strangled cry, she shoved Stewart aside—

He grunted in pain, collapsing onto his side.

Briony scrambled upright, frantically crawling backwards. When she hit the edge of the bed, she tumbled off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, she staggered to her feet and bolted for the door.

“Bryn…”

She wrenched the door open.

Behind her, Stewart, still half-delirious and with the knife embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. “Bryn, don’t be scared. I won’t force you anymore…”

But Briony couldn’t hear him. Without a backward glance, she ran.

Despite the knife buried in his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his teeth and stumbled after her.

Night pressed close around the ship as it crept along the endless expanse of sea.

Briony, barefoot, fled all the way to the edge of the deck.