Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"She'll need to be moved to a private, sterile room for observation. There's a large patch of subcutaneous bleeding on her back-probably from bumping into something in the mountains. The bleeding's under control now, but we need to keep a close eye on her."

For leukemia patients, even the smallest bruise is a threat. The skin might not break, but severe internal bleeding beneath the surface can have disastrous consequences.

Briony was dangerously fragile now.

Even the most ordinary germ could send her spiraling back into crisis.

Stewart's mind was a storm of confusion; he still couldn't process the reality of Briony's illness.

But denial was pointless now. All he could do was face it head-on and find a way to save her, whatever it took.

"Is a bone marrow transplant really her only option? Is there any chance on your end...?"

"It's leukemia," Jonah replied, already knowing what Stewart was about to ask. He let out a weary sigh. "And it's the most aggressive kind. Even if I could help, it would take years of work. She simply doesn't have that kind of time..."

Stewart closed his eyes, pain etched deep into his face.

...

Briony lingered in a coma for three days and nights. Her temperature and vital signs gradually stabilized, but she never woke.

Stewart visited her every day, suiting up in sterile gear and sitting by her side for hours on end.

If the organization hadn't needed him to handle some final details, he would have stayed with her day and night, never leaving her bedside.

the third day,

a resounding success. All remaining members of the syndicate had been captured, save for Ferdinand, who'd fallen

Stewart's intel and confessions from captured ringleaders, they dismantled several more

decade, the long shadow of the "Gray Operation" was lifted-all remnants of the criminal network

was complete. He was free at

rain, the sun finally broke through over Sanctonia Private

enter Briony's

at the screen,

steady. "Ten years. You finally made it to

silent for

carried

now," Mr. Hoffman chuckled. “And you're not so young yourself. For this mission, you lost your friends, your

Stewart closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

point,

wanted now was

hospital room, taking a moment to

length, he gently pushed open the

had just been moved out of isolation

arranged for her to have the top-floor VIP suite-quiet, with

he entered, Briony was standing

turned at the