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."

with a deep breath, pulled

times before he finally

his

the surface, "what happened

was a long

are you right now?" Stewart

at the Wentworth

silence. Then: "Our

with rage and grief.

you're still playing these games?

voice grave. "I mean...the child buried

Briony froze.

are you talking

you soon. I didn't expect

found out, come to Sunset

phone. "What does that mean? Stewart, what are

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

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

hillside, barely aware of anything but the hope pounding in her

she turned the key in the ignition, and sped

Twice she nearly ran a red light, but somehow, she

outside the gates and hurried

staff seemed to be expecting her. As she rushed past,