Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart's gravesite had been chosen by a renowned spiritualist, whose services Cedric Clarke had secured at great expense.

Stewart, in life, had made it clear he didn't want a funeral. His only wish was for his ashes to be scattered along the banks of Pearbrook.

That, however, proved impossible. In the end, Cedric honored Stewart's wishes as best he could.

Briony quietly took on the responsibility for all the expenses-from the burial plot to the simple ceremony itself.

Cedric had called her, insisting he wanted to contribute, a gesture of brotherhood and remembrance. After some thought, Briony allowed him to cover a small portion.

As Stella once said, people are complicated. Stewart wasn't just a father to his two children; he was also a friend, a mentor, a colleague. The lives he touched were proof he'd truly been here.

Briony couldn't refuse others the chance to express their respect for Stewart. On the day of the funeral, a fine mist drizzled from a gray sky.

The ceremony was intimate and unadorned.

Those present were few: Cedric Clarke, Briony, James, Carl, Lorna, Carol, and the directors of two orphanages.

had been the one to

these orphanages for years. When he learned of his illness, he entrusted both his law firm

care.

in tow,

appointed hour-chosen by the spiritualist-Briony approached the grave, wearing a simple black

he'd worn to countless important moments in

gentle guidance, she laid the

it was

white paper flowers soon blanketed the grave in

by Fred, but he was always Grandpa Wentworth's favorite grandson. The Wentworth name

family elders have been calling me

dead body." Cedric's voice was sharp. "When Fred turned on Stewart, they all lined up to stab him in the back. Now, with the Wentworth Group

for. Let Stewart rest here, in

Briony listened in silence.

his ID photo brows furrowed, lips unsmiling. She realized, with