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.

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

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

days, Briony waited-sometimes by the riverbank, sometimes at the police

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

didn't say a word. Once outside the station, she told Stella she wanted to

since Julia's accident, Briony had locked all her emotions deep inside. It was unsettling-far more so than

herself off, moving through the world like

basket with all

her, eyes stinging with unshed

home, Briony headed straight for

herself,

city's lights flickered on, Briony finally

then called Stella to join

meal-everything looked delicious, but she had no appetite

pieces of fish into the empty bowl beside her, then ladled soup into