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.

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

apart? Didn't she love Mr. Wentworth at all? Even if she no longer loved him, they'd known each other for years, raised children together-how could she be so cold now that he was

than to question Briony. If Mr. Wentworth could hear,

in his hands, overcome. "Mr. Wentworth was planning to go to Switzerland for treatment. Why-why did this have to happen just when he finally wanted to fight for

couldn't make sense of it. All

it between elegant fingers, but didn't bother to take a drag. Staring at Briony's unwavering

over, she grabbed Briony's arm and

sad at all?" Lorna's eyes were red as she searched Briony's face

of pain

shaky, bitter laugh, her eyes shining with tears. "Briony, that was

loved, once. Even if you're separated now, even if he hurt you a thousand

Briony didn't argue.

James rushed over, stepping

her ex-husband a public display of grief.

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

stared at