Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Is there something you want to say to me?"

"Yes." Briony reached into her purse and pulled out a card, sliding it across the table toward Cedric Clarke. "There's a hundred thousand in here."

Cedric glanced at the bank card, brow furrowing. "What's this for?"

"Star might not remember me anymore, but I'm still her sister. This is just a little something from me. Please, keep it for her."

He didn't take the card, studying her instead. "Are you planning to leave Northborough?"

Briony nodded.

"Have you finalized your divorce from Stewart?"

"No," she replied evenly. "And since you already know about the pregnancy, I'l

just be honest. I want to have the baby first. When two years are up-or if Stewart changes his mind before then—I'll come back and settle the divorce."

Cedric's frown deepened. "And if Stewart refuses?"

said, absently brushing her hand over her stomach. "I

"Stewart's my brother, but even I know you've been through hell in this marriage. I won't be the one to betray your trust. Since you've made up your mind, I wish you all the best. If you need anything,

"I trust your character, Dr. Clarke. So if Star chooses you, I hope you'll never

Cedric replied

you and Star end up together, consider it my wedding gift to her. Just find a

the money. Don't worry about Star. I'll take care of

me at ease." Cedric relented, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Alright. I'll hold onto it for now." Briony stood. "I should get

go up and see her? If she hadn't lost her memory, I know she'd want

lips together, her

did want

the accident, she hadn't truly seen

thought, he suggested, "How about this-I'll take

"What about Mrs. Joyner...?"

assured her.

relief mixing with

to see

if she'd ever get the chance