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

and dialed. "I need a search and rescue team. Money's not a problem-just send

waited-sometimes by the riverbank,

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

the station, she told Stella she wanted to stop

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 down in

off, moving through the world

her basket with all the

trailed after her, eyes stinging with unshed

for the kitchen and began

hurt herself, Stella stayed close, helping where

Briony finally finished, setting out a

three places, then called Stella to join her

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

a few pieces of fish into the empty bowl beside her, then ladled soup into another bowl and placed