Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Cedric Clarke choked on his words.

"But you still chose to help him."

Cedric fell silent.

"Dr. Clarke, you've helped me before, and I understand you have your loyalties as Stewart's friend. I don't blame you for that," Briony said, her gaze calm and measured. "But you've chosen his side, so I can't just pretend it's nothing."

Cedric pressed his lips together and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry."

Briony didn't say another word to him. She turned and headed straight for the elevator.

Stella followed, lifting her dress as she passed Cedric, shooting him a furious look.

"Careful hanging around with Stewart. People might start thinking you're just like him-you'll end up single for life!"

Cedric stood there, speechless.

Their destination was St. Augustine's Church on the Golden Coast.

The old stone church sat by a stretch of golden sand, a world away from the city. The drive from the hotel took nearly twenty minutes.

ride was tense

in the rearview mirror at his passengers. Briony stared out the window, lost in thought. Stella, on the other hand, met his eyes more than once, each time glaring at

suffer in silence. He'd never

arrived

Stella hopped out, then

were

had reserved the entire church for the day-no tourists, no onlookers,

both dressed in matching white suits-father and son, unmistakable even from

of staff milled about, along with the photography

waved both arms

frowned, caught off guard. Irwin was here,

sputtered, then punched Cedric twice

the three of you to take a family photo. He said it's his

react, he continued softly, "He said, after five years with you as his mom, he wanted

rubbing the back of her neck. "My blood pressure's going through the

turned to Cedric. "Dr. Clarke, you're not