Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James sat in silence, his brow deeply furrowed.

"At this point," Cedric Clarke said, his voice growing heavier with each word, "all I can say is that Stewart never truly intended to hurt Ms. Kensington. Of course, some of his actions did end up causing her a great deal of pain...”

He trailed off, the weight of the situation settling between them.

"But let's give him one last chance. If he pulls through this, he'll go to city hall next week and sign the divorce papers, just as he promised. If he doesn't... well, for Ms. Kensington, it's the difference between being divorced and being widowed. Either way, she'll be free of Stewart in the end."

James hesitated. Cedric wasn't wrong, not really.

It's just being widowed felt a little too morbid.

"Alright, I understand." James scratched his forehead, letting out a breath. "When Bryn wakes up, I'll pass on everything you said."

"Good. I'll let you go, then."

The call ended.

Ferdinand glanced at James, concern flickering over his features. "You look troubled. What did Dr. Clarke say?"

James turned to him, still trying to wrap his mind around it. "He said... Bryn stabbed Stewart."

but he recovered quickly-far quicker than James

only a moment, he asked,

James drew a finger across his throat in a grim gesture. Ferdinand

he'll meet Bryn at city hall

sounds, from another angle-it means she'll inherit all of Stewart's assets. Not the

stared

recovering well and

gone yet, but with Ferdinand's help-he'd

back to

herbal remedies-the worst was

behind her.

at Skybreeze Retreat, Marlene brought in a fireplace grate

for making a big deal of it; the past week had left everyone

the bad

smiled faintly, then lifted her foot and stepped

Nina squealed that she wanted a turn, too. With a resigned sigh, James scooped her up and carried her over the