Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Sorry, I didn't think it through. I just assumed that since Stewart stepped in to help at the start, he'd see things through to the end-just the kind of person he

is."

Cedric Clarke paused, then added, "Ms. Kensington, I know you're not the type to interfere in other people's relationships. If anything I've said or done before has offended you, I want to sincerely apologize."

"No need for that, Dr. Clarke," Briony replied with a faint smile. "Stewart and I aren't even friends. I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring him up around me anymore. People might get the wrong idea."

Cedric nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'll keep that in mind from now on."

Just outside the hospital room, the door left slightly ajar, a man peered in through the crack, watching Briony.

Her profile looked almost ghostly pale, a thick bandage wrapped around her forehead-enough to make anyone's heart ache at the sight. But her eyes were calm and distant, and her voice when she spoke was cold, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

Stewart's dark brows knit together as he watched for a moment. Then, suddenly, the corner of his mouth curved into a cold, humorless smile.

After a brief pause, he tore his gaze away and left without another word.

A nurse pushing a cart of supplies passed by, glancing at the trash can beside the corridor-where a perfectly arranged fruit basket sat on top.

"Who on earth would throw away such a beautiful fruit basket?" she wondered aloud.

the fruit inside looked like the finest you

had been working on a particularly difficult case involving sexual assault against a minor. The victim's parents were immigrant workers; the accused, four

had barely had time for

threatened and harassed. Stewart did his best to

them out when

walking over to the window and pinching the bridge of

said. "I really think you need to step in and help Mack. If you're going to do a good deed, might as well see

paused, eyes narrowing. "You're awfully invested

I treat all my patients this way!" Cedric sighed. "Come on, just do me this favor. The Kensingtons aren't the type to back down easily, but if

out a short, cold laugh. "Did Briony put

this was

go begging to the Kensingtons than ask me for

was at a loss for

to humiliate herself, why should you play the saint?" Stewart's voice was icy. "If she wants

Stewart

his eyes and pressed his lips together hard. Since yesterday, there'd been a

"Mr. Wentworth?"