Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Today was the day James arrived in Northborough.

Briony's burn was nearly healed-she could finally drive herself again.

Now, she was behind the wheel of Stella's car, heading to the airport to pick up James.

Halfway there, her phone rang. It was Stella.

Stella didn't explain much, only urged her to get back to the hospital as quickly as possible.

A wave of dread crashed over Briony. Her heart dropped, and her eyelid twitched with anxiety.

She texted James, turned the car around, and sped toward the hospital.

As soon as she arrived, Briony rushed straight to Dr. Cedric Clarke's office.

He handed her a report, and she took it, hands trembling.

Acute leukemia. Advanced stage.

The words hit her like a bolt from the blue. Briony stared numbly at the paper, refusing to believe it.

But the report was right there in her hands.

strength to find her voice. Looking up at Dr. Clarke, she asked,

is certainly possible," Dr. Clarke replied, "but your mother's overall health is quite weak. Radiation or chemotherapy

Briony's lashes fluttered. "Could I be

good match, but nothing is guaranteed," Dr. Clarke said gently. "You should

I'll

Stella cut in, her voice urgent. "Have you forgotten your

"I remember. But I have to

frowned, worry etched across her face.

don't try to talk me out of this." Briony's voice was resolute. "Nothing matters more than

sensing there was more going on than they were

...

Inside Stella's office.

the door and led Briony to sit beside her. “Pregnancy makes your bone marrow unstable. Even if you're a match, you won't be

stared at the floor. "Then I'll go through with the

"After the abortion, your body will need time

brow furrowed in

scared. But you need to take a breath and

right here with you. I've already scheduled the compatibility test, and Dr. Clarke has sent a request to