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.

entire ride was

lost in thought. Stella, on the other

and suffer in silence. He'd never

they arrived

stopped, Stella hopped out, then helped Briony

were

reserved the entire church for the day-no tourists, no onlookers, only those

a boy stood together, both dressed in matching white suits-father and son, unmistakable even from a

milled about, along with the

Briony, he waved both arms and called

off guard.

he doing here?" Stella sputtered, then punched Cedric twice

just winced and explained, "Irwin wanted the three of you to

when she didn't react, he continued softly, "He said, after five years

rubbing the back of her neck.

Cedric. "Dr. Clarke,