Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 619

Ferdinand’s other hand gently stroked her hair. “That depends on you, Bryn. I’m nothing like Stewart. From the very beginning, I’ve been a devil through and through. I’ve killed more people than I could ever count.”

Briony clung to his shirt, her whole body trembling violently.

Seeing her shake like that, Ferdinand’s eyes darkened with disappointment.

“Bryn, don’t pretend you’re so innocent. You’re the one who taught me what it means to love and lose. Because of you, I had to put on this mask, acting the good guy just to get close to you, to win you over—but why wouldn’t you let me in? Why is your heart so cold, no matter how hard I try to warm it?”

“Ferdinand, I’m begging you,” she pleaded, voice breaking. “I’ll do anything you want—just please, leave my family out of this. Don’t hurt my friends, don’t touch them…”

She looked up at him, nothing but terror in her eyes, tears blurring her vision. She looked so heartbreakingly fragile.

A sharp ache twisted in Ferdinand’s chest.

He loved her—he truly did—so why could she only ever see the darkness in him? Why did she never feel the good?

“Bryn, you don’t have to be afraid. I won’t kill you. I couldn’t bear to.”

He brushed her hair again, his voice almost gentle. “Unlike Stewart, I don’t have the glow of the Wentworth family name. My father was a madman, my mother a puppet. Anything I ever wanted, I had to claw my way toward myself. Back when I was scraping by in Myanmar, I started at the very bottom and fought my way up—betrayal, bloodshed, all of it. The higher I climbed, the more they wanted me dead.”

He paused, eyes fixed on her. “You’re the only one, Bryn—the only person who ever reached out a hand to me as I struggled up.”

Briony shook her head, biting down hard on her lip.

If she’d known what kind of man he was, she never would have saved him that night—never.

“Bryn, I wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for you. You’re the reason for all of this.”

Ferdinand leaned in, his lips near her ear, voice cold as the grave. “You saved me, brought me back to life. Every life I’ve taken since, it’s as if you put the knife in my hand. Bryn, your hands aren’t clean.”