Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stella handled Briony's hospital admission first, then led her to the ward to change into a hospital gown.

Once Briony had changed, they went through a series of routine checkups.

The test results would be ready in half an hour.

That wait felt endless. Briony stood by the window, silent and still.

Stella and James kept her company, quietly staying nearby without intruding.

Thirty minutes ticked by before the results finally arrived-everything was normal, and she was cleared for surgery.

At that moment, a message came from the operating room: they were ready.

"Bryn," Stella called softly, "it's time. We should go to the OR."

Briony's lashes fluttered as she slowly turned around.

Stella walked over and wrapped her in a gentle hug. "Don't be nervous. I'll be right there with you," she reassured her.

Briony's reply was barely above a whisper. "Okay."

side, wordless, his brow furrowed, the concern on his face deeper

way to the doors of the operating

walked her in. The heavy doors swung shut

...

judge's gavel hit the bench, marking the end of the case. The verdict: the plaintiff had won the

stepped out into the corridor, only to have the victim's

you, Attorney

in plain clothes, fell to their knees, thanking Stewart over and over as they bowed in gratitude. Stewart's eyes widened in surprise. He

is my duty as

couldn't find anyone in all of Northborough willing to help us-no one but you, Attorney Wentworth..." The mother's tears

eloquent and commanding in the courtroom, but outside

over

his meaning immediately and stepped forward, his tone soothing. "Really, you're giving us too much credit. Attorney Wentworth only

the comforting to Carl and walked away toward his car, a

several

into at the hospital-guess who was in the OB-GYN wing?" Stewart paused, a strange sense of foreboding creeping over