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

times before he

his low,

the surface, "what happened to my son's

was a

you right now?"

at the

silence. Then: "Our

snapped. Her voice shook with rage and grief. "Stewart! Our

still playing these games? Why can't you

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

Briony froze.

you

you soon. I didn't expect

you've found out, come

does that mean? Stewart, what

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

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

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

as she turned the key in the ignition,

the steering wheel. Twice she nearly ran a red light, but somehow, she made

brakes, she parked outside the gates and hurried

to be expecting