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,

Briony was exhausted. She lay down and quickly drifted

more, she dreamed of rivers of blood

was dim except for

sprawled on the other bed playing games on her phone,

forehead—her skin was slick

on the

room filled with a

as her

message had come

and

Of Stewart and Rosita.

a peek, and immediately

Briony: "..."

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phone and deleted the photos

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 started a thread about how Rosita must be in the hospital for prenatal care. Wishing her and Stewart a happy, healthy baby! Idiots. If only they knew their so-called national sweetheart was already pregnant

much

it easy," she said, noticing a new pimple on Stella's

her forehead, then sighed. "I'm almost

a boyfriend. No wonder

Briony: "..."

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you,

"Just speaking the truth! Honestly, after watching everything you've been through,

Knock, knock-