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."

he recovered quickly-far quicker

a moment, he

a finger across his throat in a grim

said if Stewart survives, he'll meet Bryn at city hall next Tuesday for the divorce. If not... Bryn will be

that, Ferdinand arched an eyebrow. "Well, morbid as it sounds, from another

just stared

days later, Briony was recovering well and

yet, but with Ferdinand's

back to

herbal remedies-the worst was

behind her.

Skybreeze Retreat, Marlene brought in a fireplace grate and set

a big deal of it; the

called out, "Step over the fire to chase away the bad luck! Wishing you safety, good health, and a

smiled faintly, then lifted her foot and stepped over

a resigned sigh, James scooped