Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The car door swung open, and Stewart carried Briony inside.

Cedric Clarke shut the door behind them, then circled around the hood to climb into the driver's seat.

Just as he was settling in, Stella burst out the front door, flinging her arms wide to block the car's path. "You can't take her to the hospital!"

Cedric frowned, rolling down the window to lean out. “She passed out, Stella. Of course we have to get her checked out."

"Bryn has me!" Stella snapped, her voice tight with worry. "She just fainted because she was overwhelmed. She doesn't need a hospital!"

Cedric eyed Stella, taking in her anxious posture. Something felt off, but before he could press her for answers, a commotion erupted from the back seat.

"Stewart, let go of me!"

"Just calm down, Bryn. You fainted. I'm only trying to help-I need to get you to a doctor."

"I don't need to see a doctor! Let go of me!"

Briony had only blacked out for a moment. Now, awake and realizing she was cradled in Stewart's arms, panic jolted through her. All she wanted was to get as far away from him as possible.

Cedric, suddenly more intrigued than concerned, found himself sneaking glances at the rearview mirror.

In the back, Briony was furious, wriggling to break free. Stewart, however, refused to budge.

Their tussle escalated until, in a burst of anger, Briony slapped Stewart hard across the face.

sharp crack echoed inside the

gaze away, clearing his throat in embarrassment. He

the first time, that he really

that moment,

ID, and his

Rosita.

Seizing the moment, she shoved

a click, the door swung open and Briony scrambled out

her face taut with concern. "Bryn,

sound of Stewart's voice as he answered

angry glance at the back seat and muttered under her breath, "Stewart's out of his mind. Does he really think building a couple of robots makes up for everything?

"If dragging me here to Ghana was all about that, then maybe it

don't buy it.

definitely does." Briony's brow furrowed. "There's something

then, Stewart stepped out from the other side of the

knew this was inevitable. She drew a steadying breath

...

coastline stretched out, golden sand

and Stewart stood side by side, gazing out at the waves. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries lost on

was all a bit rushed, but if you're not happy, just say so." "That's not necessary," Briony replied, her tone chilly. "I appreciate technological progress and the dedication of your team. But this gift

her, confusion shadowing