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

in the afternoon, but Briony was exhausted. She lay down and quickly drifted

she dreamed of rivers of blood pooling

was dim except for the small nightlight beside her

other bed playing

skin was slick with cold

turned on the

filled with

up just as her phone

message had come

and saw several wedding

Of Stewart and Rosita.

for a peek, and immediately recoiled. "Ugh, my eyes! What garbage! Delete

Briony: "..."

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snatched the phone and deleted the photos

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 started a thread about how Rosita must be in the hospital for prenatal care. Wishing her and Stewart a

much about Stewart

Stella's forehead. "You've been worrying about me so much, you're

touched her forehead, then

haven't even had a boyfriend.

Briony: "..."

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Mrs. Joyner hears you, you'll get

shrugged. "Just speaking the truth! Honestly, after watching

Knock, knock-