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, pulling the

across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm taking her straight to the hospital. Can you drive my car

quickly. "Of

white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella

later, Briony was wheeled into the

hall just as the doors swung

is she?"

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

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

looked at Cedric, her voice trembling with

need to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone can see you're closer than most real siblings. That kind of friendship is something

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

into fights for me, and she didn't care if

wavered, and tears threatened to

in his own clumsy

falling apart, not now, not so close

to rally. "I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke,

answered. After a brief, urgent conversation

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

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