Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony turned away from Stewart, no longer meeting his eyes, and staggered forward, barely holding herself together.

"Bryn!"

Stella hurried after her, catching up to help her into the car.

Stewart's lashes trembled. He'd just started to move when Cedric Clarke, unable

to watch any longer, stepped in to block his way.

"Stewart, let it go. She needs someone else right now, and that's not you."

Stewart's expression darkened at those words.

Cedric, frustrated, shook his head. "Honestly, you're hopeless. You just stand there trying to make your presence known, and it's infuriating!"

Stewart shot him a glare, his face like a thundercloud, but said nothing.

Cedric sighed, the whole situation growing more absurd by the second.

The last time at the hotel, I said all those things... No wonder Dr. Joyner was giving me that look. Stewart, you totally set

anymore. He pulled out his phone and dialed. "I need a search and rescue team. Money's not a problem-just send

by the riverbank, sometimes

time off from her job at the hospital, staying with Briony day and night. On New Year's Eve, the officer

she told Stella she

since Julia's accident, Briony had locked all her emotions deep inside.

herself off, moving through the world like a numb, unfeeling

basket with all the foods

trailed after her, eyes stinging with

straight for the kitchen and began

hurt herself, Stella stayed close,

night fell and the city's lights flickered on, Briony

then called Stella to join her at

the hearty, festive meal-everything looked delicious, but she had no appetite

the empty bowl beside her, then ladled soup into another bowl and placed