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."

play games with me. I can't get hold of Briony, and Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to messages, and

this time, I swear I'm not hiding

if trying

Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully recovered.

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nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking medication and attending secret therapy

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the night of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart was

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

hospital. Cedric had no idea what Garry did-only that shortly after

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