Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The next morning, Briony set out early for the Wentworth family cemetery.

The last time she'd visited, the groundskeeper had already known who she was. This time, too, he simply nodded and let her through without a word.

Carrying two large bags, Briony made her way to her son's grave.

But when she reached the spot, her heart stopped-her son's headstone was gone.

She was certain this was the right place.

She remembered it so clearly-it was right next to Grandpa Wentworth's grave.

But now, there was nothing there. No headstone. Not even a mark on the grass.

For a moment, Briony thought maybe she'd gotten it wrong.

Setting her bags down, she pulled out her phone and called Cedric Clarke.

"Dr. Clarke, I'm at the Wentworth family cemetery," she said.

Cedric sounded startled. "You're at the family cemetery?"

"Yes," Briony replied, her voice quiet. "I plan to leave Northborough soon. Before I go, I wanted to visit my son one last time, but...I can't find his headstone."

There was a pause on the other end. "Maybe you should call Stewart and ask him directly," Cedric suggested after a moment.

Briony frowned at the hesitation in his voice. "Alright."

deep breath, pulled Stewart's number

rang several times before he finally picked

came his low,

anger simmered beneath the surface, "what happened

was a long

are you right now?"

at the

"Our son isn't

voice shook with rage and grief.

these games? Why can't

Stewart said, his voice grave. "I mean...the child buried there-it was never our

Briony froze.

you talking

I didn't expect you to go to the

"Since you've found out, come to Sunset Ridge Villas.

grip tightened around her phone. "What does that mean? Stewart,

son—he's alive," Stewart said quietly. "He's alive, and he's safe." Briony's vision blurred. Her knees

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

her cheeks, Briony turned and ran down the hillside, barely aware of anything but the hope pounding

she turned the key in the ignition, and sped

around the steering wheel. Twice she nearly ran a red light, but somehow, she made it there in one

parked outside the gates and hurried

expecting her. As she rushed