Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Here is a culturally localized English adaptation for a Western novel audience. All Chinese-specific cultural elements, names, and references have been seamlessly replaced or adapted for natural, immersive reading:

This trip to Ghana had come up out of nowhere.

Neither Briony nor Stella had time to pack clothes suitable for the local weather. Thankfully, most of what they'd brought from Cloudcrest City was light spring wear. Each of them rummaged through their suitcases and pulled out the thinnest sundresses they could find.

Briony, still recovering from an illness, looked even more fragile than usual. The cream-colored dress she chose hung loosely from her slender frame, the small V- neck unable to hide her collarbones-so sharp and delicate they looked as if they could cradle a butterfly. She was beautiful, certainly, but for an expectant mother, her thinness was worrying.

Stella eyed her up and down, her gaze drifting to Briony's stomach. With a sigh, she reached out and gently touched Briony's belly. "Who ever heard of someone carrying twins and still being this skinny? When all this is over and we get back to Northborough, I'm going to have a serious talk with Gina. She needs to make sure you get your strength back!"

Briony had always been the type who lost weight easily, and with everything that had happened lately, the stress had only made things worse.

Stella withdrew her hand and gave a resigned sigh. "On the bright side, at least nobody would ever guess you're pregnant."

Briony looked at her own reflection in the tall mirror, quietly laying a hand over her stomach.

It was eight in the morning when Briony and Stella came downstairs.

They'd rented a car locally-Cedric Clarke was at the wheel, with Stewart riding shotgun. Stella linked her arm through Briony's as they slid into the back seat.

Once the doors were shut, Cedric started the engine. "Let's grab some breakfast first," he suggested. "It's still early."

They definitely needed food. Briony, after a day of nausea, finally felt hungry again.

Five minutes later, they pulled up outside a small breakfast café by the coast.

years, and enterprising expats seizing the opportunity. The owner, originally from the Winslow

comforting rice porridge and sweet potato soup were on

a bowl of the mild rice porridge, something easy on the

place and ordered himself a peanut soup, sipping it with an air of vacation bliss. Stella shot him a look

her glare, cleared his throat awkwardly, and tried to joke,

really think we're here on holiday? Briony

for that

Briony were ice-cold. Though they sat

bowl. Stewart barely touched his own food, spending the

meal. When she was finished, she set down her spoon, dabbed her

and was waiting for

exchanged a look, then rose in unison

Cedric leaned toward Stewart and lowered his voice. "You sure you're not

a cold look, said nothing, and got

car, Cedric restarted

Stella asked, "So

who remained silent-a sign it was fine

the science museum," Cedric said after a

science

road. "Relax, it's not like