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, good news finally

raid at the wedding estate had been a resounding success. All remaining members of the syndicate had been

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

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

He was

a week of relentless rain, the sun finally

enter Briony's room when Mr. Hoffman's

hesitated, staring at the screen,

steady. "Ten years. You finally made it to the

silent for a

he murmured, "Mr. Hoffman, you've carried your share of the burden

old man now," Mr. Hoffman chuckled. “And you're not so young yourself. For this mission, you

Stewart closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

this point, regret was

now was for Briony

lingered outside the hospital room, taking a moment to collect

pushed open the door and slipped

been moved out of isolation the

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

Briony was standing at the window, gazing

at the sound