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.

marriage to Briony from me! The last time at the hotel, I said all

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

days, Briony waited-sometimes by the riverbank, sometimes at the police station-hoping for

day and night. On New Year's Eve, the officer assigned to the case finally approached Briony and told her the search was over. He offered

word. Once outside the station, she told Stella she wanted to stop by the grocery

knew something was wrong. Ever since Julia's accident, Briony had locked all her emotions deep inside. It was unsettling-far more so than if she'd broken

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

store, Briony quietly filled her basket with

after her, eyes stinging with unshed

straight for the

or hurt herself, Stella

Briony finally finished, setting out a full

then called Stella to join her

festive meal-everything

beside her, then ladled soup into another bowl and placed it