Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 43

When Briony arrived at the hospital, she had just stepped into the elevator when footsteps echoed behind her.

Catching the movement in the polished reflection of the elevator wall, Briony saw Stewart approaching.

She pressed her lips together and ignored him.

Stewart entered the elevator, gave her a cool glance, and then moved to stand behind her.

A moment later, six or seven more people squeezed in, making the small space instantly crowded.

A plump woman in front shuffled closer, forcing Briony to take a few steps back.

Her back was now almost-though not quite-touching Stewart's broad, solid chest.

He stood a full head taller than her, and she could faintly catch that familiar, subtle hint of mint on his skin.

Unbidden, memories flickered through her mind.

She recalled the past five years: tying his tie for him in the mornings like any dutiful wife as he got ready for work; and how, like any ordinary husband, he'd wrap an arm around her waist and press a soft kiss to her lips before leaving...

Looking back now, the whole routine felt painfully ironic.

the thoughts and focus on the present, resolutely ignoring the man

Julia's floor, the doors slid open. Briony

didn't follow. He stayed where he was, watching

Her figure disappeared down the hallway, the closing

...

head home and get some

Gina left,

break room, closed the

I doubt she wrote it herself. Feels like she hired a PR pro

up Facebook and

it, reading

Not bad, she thought.

she 'stood up for you.' Looks like she's feeling guilty," Stella scoffed. "All those vague, wishy-washy comments she made before? They looked supportive on the surface, but really

the weird part: the minute Rosita's statement went up, all the gossip about you and Ms. Hudson vanished. Even the

guess is Stewart," Briony said

widened. "Wait,

him," Briony replied, her voice

her, shocked. "Girl, spill! How did you

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