Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She couldn't bring herself to say the last few words.

"Mr. Delaney is going to pull through, you have to believe that," Stella said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "And remember, you've got two little ones on the way. Try not to get yourself too worked up."

Briony lowered her gaze, resting her hand gently on her stomach.

“James took that bullet for me,” she whispered. "The gun was aimed straight at me."

"Did you see what the shooter looked like?" Stella asked.

Briony shook her head. "It all happened so fast, and he was wearing a cap and a mask. I couldn't make out anything about him."

"Dr. Clarke already called the police. According to the security footage, the guy was working for someone he was after you," Stella said, voice tense.

Briony's expression hardened. "Someone who can get their hands on a firearm in this country isn't just some average street criminal."

Stella lowered her voice. "Do you think it could be... the Kensington family?"

Briony shook her head. "I don't know. But honestly, with the way the Kensingtons are these days, I doubt they'd spend that kind of money just to get rid of me. If they really wanted me gone, they wouldn't have waited until now to make a move."

"Then could it be Rosita?" Stella ventured.

Briony frowned, clearly troubled by the thought.

was a knock at the door. Dr. Cedric Clarke stepped in, followed closely

were here to ask Briony a few

fled the country almost immediately after the incident. This was a planned attack—no question about it—and the shooter had shown serious skill at evading police. It was almost certainly the work of a

case. The police had already set up

detectives left, Dr. Clarke looked at Briony with obvious concern. "Ms. Kensington,

Stella, then answered calmly, "I'm

from the shock, that's all," Stella said, practically ushering Dr. Clarke out the door. "You've got enough on your plate.

Clarke found himself outside, the door shutting

you when you passed out—I kept an eye on everything, wouldn't let the nurses interfere. So, your medical record

her

"Star, I want to

for a

to go to the

want me to come with you?" Stella

an eye on

ICU, and with his family

someone familiar staying at

me you won't drive.