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."

of Briony, and Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's

know you're worried. But this time, I swear I'm not hiding anything. Mr. Wentworth honestly didn't tell

if trying to see

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

ran a hand through his hair in

that snake Rosita's fault!" he spat. "Who could've guessed she'd even fake Irwin's

Randolph Driscoll's death had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking medication and attending secret therapy

always said Randolph's death was

met

net.

light-Rosita had deceived them all. Irwin wasn't Randolph's child at all.

Stewart learned the truth, he collapsed on the spot, blood

Crowning Night, Stewart was in critical

a week in the ICU, unconscious, with the

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

mind, to lash out at Rosita. But none of