Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

In truth, Lorna understood the situation better than anyone.

"I'll handle the rest with the police," she said, looking gravely at Briony.

Briony nodded.

Cedric Clarke's eyes were rimmed red as he glanced at her. "What about the kids? How are you going to tell them?"

Briony hesitated a moment, then spoke softly. "Let's keep it from them for now. Today, Stewart just told them he had to go abroad for a while and they're already upset. Let them settle down a bit. I'll wait for the right moment to tell them the truth."

Cedric struggled to keep his composure, but his voice still caught. "Stewart always said he didn't want a funeral. He just asked me to scatter his ashes at Pearbrook. But now..."

There was nothing left of Stewart to bury-his life had ended in a violent crash, with not even a trace of him remaining.

Not even his last wish could be fulfilled.

The abandoned pier was far, far from Pearbrook-so far it might as well have been another world.

But could they really let Stewart drift with the tide into the endless sea?

couldn't accept that the stubborn, headstrong man he'd

Cedric continued, voice trembling, "but you still have two children together. They're still little. For their sake—help us figure out

"Let's give him a cenotaph, at the very least. You can decide

are older, they'll

Mr. Wentworth's been disowned. He can't be buried in the Wentworth family

and

existence. I grandmother always said that when a person passes, their soul

face in his

for years; every bit of his

was more than a boss-he was the rarest of

that a man like Stewart-proud, aloof, misunderstood-should meet such a

made the loss all the more real for

grief in the room was palpable. Eyes brimmed with tears-even James,

calm. She listened quietly as

moment, she

on the past. The Wentworths were never really to Stewart. He has two dren-that's his