Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Yeah."

"There are only four days left until New Year's Eve," Stella said, her expression worried. "You really should stay with Ms. Hudson through the holidays before you even think about surgery, don't you think?"

"I looked it up," Briony replied, voice calm but tired. "I just need to keep warm and take it easy for a while. Other than that, there's not much I have to worry about."

"But still-"

"Star, can you please ask for me?" Briony looked at Stella earnestly. "Scheduling surgery is a huge headache. Waiting another week... it just feels like forever."

After all, it was her own child. Every day she waited, her attachment grew a little stronger.

She was terrified afraid that if she dragged this out any longer, she might change her mind.

Stella wasn't sure this was right, but seeing how determined Briony was, she could only agree to try.

When Director Grant heard that Briony had just come out of the ER with stitches still fresh on her forehead and was asking about surgery that very afternoon, she didn't just refuse. She tore into Stella over the phone.

Stella hung up, lips pouting in defeat. "See? Absolutely not! This isn't a joke, Briony, you have a rare blood type! I haven't been chewed out by my mentor this badly since I became a full-time resident!"

"Sorry, I just "

been apologizing to me ever since you woke up. If you're not tired of saying it, I'm already tired of hearing it. Just stop thinking about all this for now,

pressed her lips together

your case on the blood bank's radar.

her belly gently. "Alright.

Clarke stopped by to check on

leaving the two of them

alright, he cleared his throat, hesitated, then

looked at Cedric. "Dr. Clarke, can I ask you

thinking it over before answering honestly. "You know,

in a faint,

Just as she'd expected.

had never introduced her to a single one of his friends. She used to think

understood. From the moment she'd begged Stewart to defend her mother, he'd

and she'd thought it was salvation -never realizing

tangled in the marriage Stewart had woven for her, convinced she was safe within it. She never saw the hooks hidden in

left her battered and scarred without her even realizing it, while Stewart-the one who'd spun the web-came and went as he pleased, always

up the pieces, her pain invisible to everyone