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, lost

but Briony was exhausted. She

more, she dreamed of rivers of blood pooling beneath

dim except for the small nightlight beside her

sprawled on the other bed playing games on her

Briony wiped her forehead—her skin

on the overhead

filled with a warm

just as her phone

message had come

opened it and saw several wedding

Of Stewart and Rosita.

staring at her screen, leaned over for a peek, and immediately recoiled. "Ugh,

Briony: "..."

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and deleted the photos on

post, too-nine photos with some sickening caption about 'cherishing the quiet moments, waiting for the flowers to bloom.' And she made sure the hospital room was in the background—then turned off comments so no one could call her out!" "And, of

care much about Stewart and Rosita's

a new pimple on Stella's forehead. "You've been worrying about me so much, you're breaking

then sighed. "I'm

a boyfriend. No

Briony: "..."

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Joyner hears you, you'll get

watching everything you've been through, marriage seems

Knock, knock-