Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stella quietly stepped back, moved to the side, and pulled out her phone. Keeping her expression carefully neutral, she opened WhatsApp and began typing a

discreet message...

"You think just saying that is enough to make me believe you?" Stewart stared at Briony, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic. "Briony, you wouldn't— how could you dare-" He broke off abruptly, wracked by a fit of harsh coughing. The next moment, bright red blood spattered from his lips.

"Stewart!"

Cedric Clarke cried out, just barely managing to catch Stewart's tall frame as he staggered and collapsed in shock.

"Where's the gurney? Hurry-get him to the ER!"

The room erupted into chaos as Stewart was rushed to the emergency room.

The window of time while Stewart was being treated gave Briony the perfect opportunity.

Stella had already messaged Dr. Grant, the hospital's director, asking her to help alter Briony's medical records.

Just then, Stella's phone rang. It was Dr. Grant calling back.

Stella exclaimed in surprise.

some routine maintenance. They're working on restoring the files-it might take a few

soft laugh. "Well, that's convenient. At least we don't have to forge

up, Stella quickly relayed the

grave. "We can't leave the records completely

Stella blinked.

smile. "There's another surgery that would

"What kind?" Stella asked.

at James, then beckoned Stella over with a crook

and Briony whispered a few words in her

long

his eyes, watching the two women whispering conspiratorially right in front of him,

about that I can't hear? Have you even considered

the arm—he was a good head taller than her. "Be good, little brother. We're

James: "...?"

a mild