Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The Clarke family knew a reputable spiritual advisor. Arranging the burial plot fell to Cedric Clarke.

By the time they left the police station, the rain had finally stopped.

Cedric unlocked the car and turned to Briony. "Are you going to the funeral?"

"I'll go on behalf of the children," she replied.

Cedric pressed his lips together, nodded, and slid into the driver's seat. The car pulled away, leaving the others behind.

Carl was inconsolable. This six-foot-tall man crouched on the curb beside the black Maybach, his broad shoulders trembling as he sobbed like a lost child.

Watching him, James let out a heavy sigh. "Carl truly was loyal to Stewart, right to the end."

Briony walked over, rummaged through her purse, and handed Carl a packet of tissues. "Here-wipe your face. You need to pull yourself together. Stewart's gone, but the firm is still here. He trusted you deeply. You have to honor that and keep the practice running."

Carl stared at her in surprise, then his grief erupted anew.

"Ms. Kensington, our Mr. Wentworth is gone-he's really gone..."

Briony remained unchanged, her expression calm and unreadable.

the streetlight, her shadow stretched long across the wet pavement. The light caught her face, hiding her

Even if

Wentworth could hear, he'd come back to haunt him for

planning to go to Switzerland for treatment. Why-why did this have to

couldn't make sense of it. All

off to the side, quietly lighting a slim cigarette. She held it between elegant fingers, but didn't bother to take a drag. Staring at Briony's unwavering

Briony's arm and spun

were red as she searched

was nothing. No hint of pain

shaky, bitter laugh, her eyes

separated now, even if he hurt you a thousand times, he's dead. Doesn't that

Briony didn't argue.

James rushed over, stepping

doesn't owe her ex-husband a

she's here tonight is for the children. Attending Stewart's

stared at