Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Bianca called Briony's name a few times, but got no response. Setting the bowl of noodles on the table, she crossed the room and gently tapped Briony's shoulder. "Ma'am?"

But Briony was still out cold, deep in an unresponsive sleep.

Something felt wrong. Bianca reached out and touched Briony's forehead-her skin was burning hot.

Carl had just stepped out of The Wentworth Group building when he spotted Cedric Clarke's car parked down the street.

He froze, then instinctively spun on his heel, ready to bolt.

"Carl, don't you dare run!"

Cedric's furious shout rang out as he strode over and blocked Carl's path.

Carl glanced around, looking uncomfortable. "Mr. Clarke, I really don't know where Mr. Wentworth is."

"You're his most trusted assistant. There's no way you don't know where he went!"

Carl let out a weary laugh. "Really, I don't know. Not this time."

the others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to messages, and it's

sighed. "Mr. Clarke, I know you're worried. But this time, I swear I'm not hiding anything.

if trying to see through the

"I'm worried too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully recovered. If he

hand through

Rosita's fault!" he spat.

had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking

said

presence had met s emotional safe

net.

light-Rosita had deceived them all. Irwin wasn't

Stewart learned the truth, he collapsed on the spot, blood spilling from his mouth, and

of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart was in critical condition in the

a week in the ICU, unconscious, with the doctors saying his will to

had no idea what Garry did-only that shortly

Stewart to lose his mind, to lash out at Rosita. But none of that