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,

Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the

quickly. "Of

off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled into

Briony was wheeled into

just as the doors swung

is she?" she asked

while we were on the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry, she's in

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

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

me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone can see you're closer than most

and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just looked the

tougher than she looks! She'd get into fights for me, and she didn't care if she got hurt herself. I just

and tears

tried, in his own clumsy way, to offer

smile. Right-she shouldn't be falling

took a deep breath, wiped her cheeks, and forced herself to rally. "I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke,

at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about a patient, he hung up

to the ER swung open and Director Faust stepped out. "Director Faust! Is

fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule out a concussion, but if all goes well, she can go