Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony ignored her and focused on her own meal, barely glancing up.

That New Year's Eve dinner was shrouded in an uneasy, suffocating silence.

Stella ate in tears, each bite swallowed with more saltwater than food.

Briony, on the other hand, managed to eat quite a bit.

But as she cleared the table, she suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted for the bathroom, where she threw up everything she'd eaten.

Stella panicked, but Briony just offered a faint smile and murmured that she was simply tired.

It was barely nine o'clock-hours still to go before midnight.

Stella gently supported Briony, helping her to bed.

In the past three days, Briony had barely slept a wink.

And if Briony was awake, Stella couldn't rest either.

Given the state Briony was in, Stella refused to leave her side. She'd called their parents earlier to explain, and they understood, reminding her to take good care of Briony.

Once Briony lay down, exhaustion overtook her and she drifted off almost instantly.

her, and before she knew

passed

streaking her face, her chest aching

Boom! Boom! Boom-

in a riot of fireworks,

room was dim and quiet. Briony glanced over at Stella, who was fast asleep. Carefully, Briony

Year's. She needed to

...

celebration. Families and friends flocked together in joyful

slippers, Briony wove unsteadily through the revelers toward the

drifted across the river-a Northborough tradition to

glowing lanterns until her vision

slipped out, and with it, the dam she'd held for three days finally broke; tears rushed

Year's. Why aren't you coming

filled the night, but Briony gripped

ragged and desperate, was

called, there would never be

through her. Her mother was

now, she no longer

fresh wishes