Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony told Stella everything that had happened at The Wentworth Group, including what she'd seen-Stewart coughing up blood.

Stella fell silent for a long time after listening.

Then suddenly, as if something clicked, she exclaimed, "No wonder I thought Cedric Clarke's been showing up in the ER way more often. Turns out he wasn't there for work, he was treating Stewart in secret, wasn't he?"

Briony pressed her lips together and said nothing.

"So just now, when Cedric said he was going to the hospital, was he going to see Stewart again?"

"Most likely."

Stella lapsed into silence again.

Coughing up blood-things must be serious.

She might despise Stewart, but with someone that sick, she decided she'd better hold her tongue and not say anything harsh.

Stella fixed her gaze on Briony. "If Stewart really is this sick, what are you going to do?"

Briony met Stella's eyes, her expression calm. "I'd feel sorry."

"Briony! Say that again—"

I'd feel sorry

exasperated sigh. "Can you

moved on. Everything between Stewart and

Stella narrowed

voice was steady. "We have kids together, so I can't cut

the wrong idea and think

to chase me down again. Honestly, he's been good to the

miss him when he's gone. But now he's gone and built a bond with them, so when he dies, they'll

a mom, Stella couldn't

nothing, her lips

The whole thing just felt so sudden. This was

star attorney, the one everyone in Northborough's legal and political circles respected—and

thought he'd end up like this: betrayed by his own father,

asked, "Should I ask Cedric about

it wouldn't change anything.