Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony's world was pitch black. She stumbled forward, her arm clinging to Mary's for support.

Blindness had turned every step into a hazard. From the second floor down to the first, she kept bumping into things, nearly falling more than once-each time Mary caught her just in time.

They reached the side door of the back garden. Mary opened it, then gently nudged her forward-

Briony froze, caught off guard. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms steadied her from behind.

A familiar, deep voice sounded above her head. "Ms. Kensington, it's me."

Blair.

Briony's breath caught. "Blair? What are you doing here?"

Mary's voice was urgent. "Blair, Briony can't see. It must be the meds-they did something to her eyes. Please, just get her out. You can sort everything out once you're home."

"Got it."

Blair bent down and swept Briony into his arms.

In the darkness, he looked at Mary. "Thank you. Take care of yourself."

“Go, quickly,” Mary said, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Briony, if we ever meet again, I hope you'll still let me call you 'sister.""

turned her head toward

"Who's out there?"

out from the garden,

three froze. Mary made a quick

hesitate. He turned and hurried away with Briony

shut the door, cutting off

waiting black SUV. Briony's

seatbelt, the metallic click of the buckle. Her hands trembled

through

the car door close

later, the driver's side door opened. Someone

Another door thudded shut.

to life and sped away, pressing Briony back into her seat.

on the seatbelt,

taut.

car was silent. No

through

still clung to her, sharp and

didn't even know who was sitting beside her anymore. Everything had happened so fast, so smoothly, it almost felt unreal-too easy.