Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The pediatricians did everything they could, and somehow managed to pull Briony's baby girl back from the brink.

But things were still far from hopeful.

No matter what anyone said, Briony insisted on going to the pediatric ward to see her daughter.

Gwendolyn White tried to reason with her. "Even if you go, they won't let you in. Besides, you haven't recovered yet-moving around isn't a good idea."

"I can use a wheelchair," Briony replied, her gaze unwavering as she looked at Gwendolyn. "Godmother, I haven't even seen them with my own eyes since they were born. I can't shake this feeling of unease. Please, just let me see her. Just once."

Gwendolyn's nerves were shot. She forced herself to appear calm, though inside she was anything but.

"Bryn, listen to Mrs. Winslow," James chimed in, trying to help. "I've heard how important it is for women to rest after giving birth. How about this: I'll go to the neonatal ward again and film a few more videos for you, okay?"

Briony's brow furrowed as her eyes flicked between Gwendolyn and James. "Why are you both so intent on keeping me from seeing my children?”

Both of them froze, caught off guard.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Briony reached for Gwendolyn's hand, her voice tight with worry. "Godmother, please, don't lie to me. Just tell me the truth, I'm begging you."

Gwendolyn's nose stung as tears threatened. She ducked her head, unable to meet Briony's gaze any longer.

Briony's breath caught in her throat. She turned to James. "Mr. Delaney, tell me— my babies are both okay, aren't they?"

James pressed his lips together, his eyes rimmed with red. He wanted to say yes, but the words stuck in his throat and wouldn't come.

From their reactions, Briony began to understand. A suffocating dread closed in on her.

Ignoring the pain from her stitches, she braced herself on the bed and tried to sit up.

Gwendolyn quickly pressed her back down. "Don't move-you'll

hands on her shoulders

locked on Gwendolyn's face. "Godmother... you've only shown me photos of my daughter. Is it... is it

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched Gwendolyn close

pupils constricted, her breath

her palm to her chest, mouth working but

did everything they could. There was nothing more anyone could do. You have to stay strong-for your daughter, Bryn, you have to

over her heart as silent tears poured

bear the sight, turning away to wipe his own tears. The room was heavy

the most reason to fall

all up, Gwendolyn squeezed her hand, urging

looked at Gwendolyn. "Godmother, I never even got to see him. I want to see

Gwendolyn froze.

see him," Briony

together and turned toward the

for

to her yourself,"

drew a slow breath, knowing there was no avoiding

Their eyes met, and Stewart's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, voice low and rough. "While you were unconscious-for those three days I brought our son home

stared at

rest in the family

hadn't even gotten to see her son,

eyes shut, her lips pressed tight and

chest rising and falling more and more rapidly. "Bryn, whatever you're feeling, say it. Let it

Only

let it out. Don't