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

if there are other injuries," Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the

nodded quickly.

slid into the driver's seat and sped off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled

Briony was wheeled into the emergency

as the doors

she?"

we were on the way. He's waiting

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 Stella

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

offering a rare, gentle smile. "No need to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone can

eyes misting again. "Bryn is amazing. I moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked

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

tears threatened

tears. He tried, in his own clumsy way,

attempting a smile. Right-she shouldn't be falling apart, not

wiped her cheeks, and forced herself to rally. "I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke, if you need

then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about a patient, he hung up and hurried away to another

open and Director Faust stepped out. "Director Faust! Is my

cut wasn't deep, but she lost a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule out a concussion, but if all