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."

and, with a deep breath, pulled Stewart's number out of her blocked

rang several times before he finally picked

came his low,

anger simmered beneath the surface, "what happened to my

was a

right now?" Stewart asked

at the Wentworth

silence. Then: "Our

snapped. Her voice shook with

games? Why can't you let

"I mean...the child buried there-it was never

Briony froze.

are you

was planning to tell you soon. I didn't expect you to go to

heavy. "Since you've found out, come to

around her phone. "What does

alive, and he's safe." Briony's vision blurred. Her

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

down the hillside, barely aware of anything but the

car, hands trembling as she turned the key in the ignition,

wheel. Twice she nearly ran a red light,

the brakes, she parked outside the gates and

expecting