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."

to do as he asked, pulling

tell if there are other injuries," Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm taking

nodded quickly. "Of

disappearing down the road. Stella

Briony was wheeled into the emergency

down the hall just as the doors swung shut

is she?" she asked

the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry, she's in good hands," Cedric assured

surgeon in the hospital, a man so in-demand that patients usually waited months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had managed to get him here with a single phone call. The realization left

looked at Cedric, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you,

not be sisters

I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just

"Don't let her size fool 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

voice wavered, and tears threatened to

with tears. He tried, in his own clumsy

Right-she shouldn't be falling apart, not now, not so close to

"I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke, if you need

was about to respond when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent

open and Director Faust

a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule out a concussion,