Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 278

It had been a beautiful night—the kind of night that felt touched by magic.

Perhaps that's why their child chose that moment to arrive.

But Stewart learned about it all far too late.

Was this what people called karma?

Somewhere deep within the hallway of his dream, a voice echoed through the shadows-

"Stewart, you are the most despicable man I've ever known."

"You've never once acknowledged the pain you and your family inflicted on me. From the very beginning, you only ever asked yourself two questions: 'Can I use her?' and 'Will she take good care of Irwin?' This marriage-what you needed wasn't a wife, but a perfectly placed pawn."

"In Ghana, there's a divorce tradition: couples who once loved each other, after everything falls apart, return to the very place they wed, dressed in their wedding clothes. The idea is to go back to where love began and let everything go, ending things together."

"But Stewart, we never loved each other. We never even had a wedding. So your grand divorce ceremony was doomed to be a farce from the start!"

"From this day on, Stewart, you're nothing but the executioner who indirectly killed my mother. We're better off strangers than ever meeting again!”

At the end of the corridor, Briony stood there in a white wedding dress.

He saw her and tried to reach her.

Briony turned away and ran out of the hall-

Stewart chased her all the way to the beach.

half-shrouded

can't you ever let me go, Stewart? The ones who gave me life, and the one I gave life to, all gone because of you. And now I'm

life after this, I pray

her words faded, flames burst across her wedding

eyes widened in horror. He

the dress before

awake, heart pounding, breath coming in ragged gasps

was at his side in an instant. "You're

Stewart's mind snapped into

dream. Just a

out a heavy sigh of relief and

a hand to

sir. You started coughing up blood and then slipped into a

Three days and nights?

cold weight settled in Stewart's

looked down. "Ms. Kensington... Ms. Kensington was cremated this morning. Her burial

"What did you say?!"

the covers and swung his legs over the bed. "Who gave you

answered as carefully as he could. "Her arrangements were handled by Mrs. Winslow and

"I don't believe it!"

Carl, heading for the

much about her child. Their daughter is still

whisper. "The little one passed away the

slowly, stiffly, to face Carl, his

was enough to terrify

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