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."

rushed to do as he asked,

backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm taking

quickly.

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

Briony was wheeled

as the doors swung

is she?" she

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

so in-demand that patients usually waited months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had

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

Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone

her eyes misting again. "Bryn is amazing. I moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just

let her size fool you-she's tougher than she looks! She'd get into fights for me, and she didn't care if

and tears

He tried, in his own clumsy way, to offer

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

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

He glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about

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

We stitched up her wound-the 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 goes well, she