Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Bryn!"

A white Porsche Cayenne screeched to a halt at the side of the road. The

passenger door flew open and Stella jumped out, racing toward the white BMW parked just ahead.

She yanked at the door handle, but it was still locked. Desperate, she pounded on the window, shouting at the top of her lungs. Inside, Briony sat motionless,

showing no sign of hearing her.

"Bryn! Bryn, wake up! Please!"

Stella's eyes filled with tears when she caught sight of the blood on Briony's clothes. Panic rose in her chest, her voice breaking as she called out again.

Cedric Clarke hurried over and tried to calm her. "Stella, stand back. Let me handle this."

Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, Stella quickly stepped aside.

Cedric pulled a rescue tool from his bag and smashed the window. He reached in, unlocked the door, and swung it open.

He leaned in to check on Briony, assessing her injuries as quickly as he could.

Not far away, a black Maybach idled at the curb, hazard lights blinking. Behind the wheel, Stewart's sharp features remained inscrutable as he watched the scene unfold, his dark eyes fixed on them.

Cedric gently lifted Briony from the car. "Open the back door, quick."

do as he asked, pulling the rear door

deep, but I can't tell if there are other injuries," Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm

quickly. "Of

white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled into Cedric's car and

Briony was wheeled into

hall just as

she?" she asked

the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry, she's

patients usually waited months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had managed to get him here with a single phone call. The realization left Stella

voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Dr. Clarke.

rare, gentle smile. "No need to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not

moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just looked the other way, but Bryn-she

you-she's tougher than she looks! She'd get into fights for me, and she didn't care if she got hurt herself. I just don't understand why someone as good as Bryn keeps having

and tears threatened

tears. He tried, in his own clumsy way, to offer comfort. "Hey, don't

falling apart, not now, not so close

took a deep breath, wiped her cheeks, and forced herself to rally. "I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke, if you need to get back to work, go

about to respond when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about a patient, he hung up

moment later, the doors to the ER swung open and Director Faust stepped

her wound-the cut wasn't deep, but she lost a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to