Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

"Briony..."

Briony lifted her head to look at Mary.

"Is everything Ferdinand said true?"

Mary nodded, guilt flooding her eyes.

"Mary, do you even know what you're doing?!" Briony's voice trembled with emotion as she stared at Mary, her eyes rimmed with red. "Ferdinand's lost his mind—have you gone mad too? You're so young, why would you agree to something like this and throw your life away?"

"Fine! Say you really do love Ferdinand-what about me?!" Briony pressed a trembling hand to her chest, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "He stole my DNA with some sick method, created an embryo without my knowledge, and now expects me to accept this is my child? Who gave you the right? How could you both do this to me?!"

Mary couldn't meet Briony's gaze. She lowered her head and choked out, "Briony, I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry?" Briony let out a cold, bitter laugh. "You're both insane! I'll never accept this child-Ferdinand, this isn't a baby; it's just a pawn for you to satisfy your twisted obsession. You never should have told me the truth. Now that I know, I won't soften-I'll only hate you more!"

A splitting headache gripped Briony. By the time she finished, she was utterly drained, her vision flickering with darkness.

She collapsed just as Ferdinand rushed to her side.

Blood gushed from her nose. Ferdinand's voice cracked with panic. "Get Dr. Jaime, now-hurry!"

Mary, pale with shock, spun on her heel and ran to fetch the doctor.

Chaos erupted. Through the haze of her fading consciousness, Briony vaguely heard someone sobbing-someone calling her name, begging her not to die. But Briony was too tired. She felt as if she were floating, her body swinging between feverish chills and burning heat. Fragments of dreams drifted by, sometimes blinding light, other times pitch darkness.

Dawn broke.

Sunlight crept through the curtains.

Briony's fever had subsided. She stirred, slowly returning to herself.

The room was silent.

She opened her eyes to see Ferdinand's bloodshot stare.

"Bryn, you're awake." His voice was hoarse, edged with exhaustion.

Briony turned her head to the window.

Morning had arrived.

Today was the wedding.

She blinked, trying to sit up, but her body felt heavy as stone-she could barely

move.

So this is what cancer really feels like.

No wonder so many people with terminal illness eventually give in and end things themselves.

But she couldn't die yet.

At least, not before the wedding.

"Ferdinand." Briony looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want Mary to be my bridesmaid."

Ferdinand looked surprised. "Why?"

"She's the only one here I know." Briony's expression was calm. you don't agree, there won't be a

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Ferdinand studied her for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Alright. As you wish."

Briony's condition was bad-her skin was deathly pale, and she'd lost so much

was eight in just half a month that Dinda, the stylist, barenth

recognized her when she returned.

As Linda fastened Briony's earrings, she leaned in and whispered, "Everything's ready."

Briony heard her.

She lowered her eyes, fingers clenching tightly in her lap.

The wedding was held at the most renowned banquet estate in Sanctonia, home to Nortia's oldest chapel.

Legend had it that couples who married in that chapel would grow old together. That was why Ferdinand insisted on this place.

He'd

the entire estate. Only

handful of Ferdinand's guests, and the

wedding planners were prese

It was grand, but meticulously controlled.

Around the perimeter, a private security team lay in wait.

If anything unexpected happened, Ferdinand was ready to evacuate Briony and Mary at a moment's notice.noveldrama