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.

Briony from me! The last time at the hotel, I said all those things... No wonder Dr. Joyner was giving me that

and dialed. "I

days, Briony waited-sometimes by the riverbank,

at the hospital, staying with Briony day and night. On New Year's Eve, the officer assigned to the case finally approached Briony and told her the search

outside the station, she told Stella she wanted

Briony had locked all her emotions deep inside. It was unsettling-far more

off, moving through the world like a numb,

filled her basket

trailed after her, eyes stinging with

straight for the kitchen

she might drift off or hurt herself, Stella stayed close, helping

Briony finally finished, setting out a full table of holiday

then called Stella to join her at the

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

beside her, then ladled