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 it, she

passed when Briony, half-dreaming,

drenched in sweat, tears streaking her face, her chest

Boom! Boom! Boom-

of fireworks, bursting in brilliant

who was fast asleep. Carefully, Briony slipped

was New Year's. She

...

was alive with noise and celebration. Families and friends flocked together in joyful crowds

wove unsteadily through the

tradition to welcome the new year with wishes and

gazed out at the glowing lanterns

slipped out, and with it, the dam she'd held for

It's New Year's. Why

filled the night, but Briony gripped the railing,

voice, ragged and desperate, was swallowed

matter how she called, there would never

her.

no longer had a

voices shouted fresh wishes into the