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

stared out the window, lost in thought. Stella, on the other hand, met his eyes more than once, each

grit his teeth and suffer in silence. He'd never felt more

arrived at the

car stopped, Stella hopped out, then helped Briony from the back

were

church for the day-no tourists, no onlookers, only those who

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

milled about,

both arms and called out, "Mom!

caught off guard. Irwin was

here?" Stella sputtered,

the three of you to take a

expression, and when she didn't react, he continued softly, "He said, after five years with you as his mom, he wanted one keepsake

rubbing the back of her neck. "My blood

"Dr. Clarke,