Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She reached up and brushed it aside with her fingertips. Amid the sound of crashing waves, she heard the man's low voice: "Everything will be delivered to your room tonight. You'll understand then."

At his words, Briony asked no further questions. She simply turned and walked straight toward the parked cars across the lot.

Stewart glanced back at her.

The woman's figure was slender, her long hair whipped into disarray by the sea breeze, the hem of her dress fluttering around her legs.

He turned away in silence.

Back at the hotel, Stewart took a call and then drove off again.

Cedric Clarke didn't go with him. Instead, he made his way to Stella and Briony's room and knocked on the door.

Stella answered. "Dr. Clarke, is something wrong?"

"How's Ms. Kensington feeling? Would you like me to take a look at her?"

Stella frowned. "You're a surgeon. Internal medicine isn't your specialty, is it?"

Cedric replied, "My grandfather practiced traditional medicine. I picked up a few things from him as a kid-I could check her pulse, if Ms. Kensington would like." Check her pulse? Absolutely not!

Stella cut him off coldly. "I know Bryn's condition best. There's no need to trouble you."

With that, she shut the door in his face.

Outside, Cedric stared at the closed door, brow slightly furrowed.

Was Stella... overreacting a little?

chin,

was exhausted. She lay down and quickly

blood pooling beneath her, jolting

except for the small nightlight beside her

her stir, Stella, who'd been sprawled on the other bed playing games on her phone, set

Briony wiped her forehead—her skin was slick

on the

room filled with a

up just as her phone buzzed

message had

opened it and saw several

Of Stewart and Rosita.

at her screen, leaned over for a peek, and immediately recoiled. "Ugh, my eyes! What garbage! Delete that, will you?

Briony: "..."

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the phone and deleted the photos on

so no one could call her out!" "And, of course, a bunch of clueless fans started a thread about how Rosita must be in the hospital for prenatal care. Wishing her and Stewart a happy, healthy baby!

however, didn't care much about Stewart and

new pimple on Stella's forehead.

Stella touched her forehead, then sighed.

a boyfriend. No wonder I'm

Briony: "..."

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you, you'll get

the truth! Honestly, after watching

Knock, knock-