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?

rubbed his chin, lost in

afternoon, but Briony was exhausted. She lay

blood pooling beneath her,

dim except for the small

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

Briony wiped her forehead—her skin was slick with

turned on the overhead

filled with a warm

as her

message had

and saw

Of Stewart and Rosita.

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

Briony: "..."

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and deleted the

one could call her out!" "And, of course, a bunch of clueless fans started a thread about how Rosita must be in

however, didn't care much

she said, noticing a new pimple on Stella's forehead. "You've been worrying about

touched her forehead, then sighed.

a boyfriend.

Briony: "..."

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Joyner hears you, you'll

after watching everything you've been through, marriage seems way

Knock, knock-