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.

was tense

kept glancing in the rearview mirror at his passengers. Briony stared out the window, lost in thought. Stella, on the other

only grit his teeth and suffer in silence. He'd

arrived at the

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

were eerily

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

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

milled about, along

he waved both arms and

frowned, caught off guard. Irwin was here,

here?" Stella sputtered,

even try to dodge, just winced and explained, "Irwin wanted the three of you to take a family photo. He

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

heaven's sake!" Stella was practically fuming, rubbing the back of her neck. "My blood

Cedric. "Dr. Clarke, you're not telling