Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"I'm going to find Stewart."

Rosita's face was tense, her eyes red and swollen, as if she'd been crying

moments before. "Mom, if I don't go now, Ms. Kensington is going to take Stewart from me!"

"What's going on?"

"I'll explain when I get back. Zack, get the car."

Zack hurried off to the garage to bring the car around.

Rosita rushed outside, practically throwing herself into the back seat.

As Lauren watched the car disappear down the drive, she grew increasingly uneasy. She called for a housekeeper to keep an eye on the kids, then hurried back into the house herself.

At the hospital, in Dr. Cedric Clarke's private office.

Stewart stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, inhaling silently, one drag after another.

He wasn't much of a smoker-hardly ever, really.

But since he'd walked in, he'd already finished two cigarettes.

And it hadn't even been ten minutes.

Cedric finally had enough. When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the pack from his hand, and tossed it straight into the trash.

know you can't smoke in a

his cold gaze flicking

Cedric hated that look.

chimney

Stewart let out a short, bitter laugh—a sound closer to

think I'm

eyes. "Yeah, you are. I don't

and you still let Briony

nodded, his narrow eyes lowering. "No wonder she asked me

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

that old church on the coast, she asked me, 'Stewart, do

that," Cedric replied, puzzled. "But what

his voice tightened, "She also lost a child I never even got to meet." His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "That's

Cedric fell silent.

had already

better that the baby didn't make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost

hell is wrong with you? That was your child! Stewart, if you say anything like that again, I swear, I'm done

the truth." Stewart stared out the window, his eyes as

"Stewart!"

anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense into you! That was your own child! Even if you don't love Briony

But Stewart didn't flinch.