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?

his chin, lost

Briony was exhausted.

of rivers of blood pooling beneath her,

except for

the other bed playing games on her phone, set it aside.

her forehead—her skin was slick

on

room filled with a warm

sat up just as her phone

message had

it and

Of Stewart and Rosita.

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

Briony: "..."

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the phone and deleted the photos on

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 course, a bunch of clueless fans

didn't care much about Stewart

pimple on Stella's forehead. "You've been

Stella touched her forehead, then sighed. "I'm almost

a boyfriend.

Briony: "..."

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Mrs. Joyner hears you, you'll

watching everything you've been

Knock, knock-