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.

wet pavement. The light caught her

apart? Didn't she love Mr. Wentworth at all? Even if she

better than to question Briony. If Mr. Wentworth could hear, he'd come back

"Mr. Wentworth was planning to go to Switzerland for treatment. Why-why did this have to happen just when he finally

All he felt

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

Briony's arm and spun her

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

nothing. No hint of pain broke through Briony's

bitter laugh, her

if you're separated now, even if he hurt

Briony didn't argue.

James rushed over, stepping

them and shielding Briony. "Enough, torna! Bryn doesn't owe her ex-husband a public display of grief. And

is for the children. Attending Stewart's funeral is more than anyone could ask of

stared at