Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

They returned home with a trunk packed full of groceries, and as soon as they walked in, Briony pulled Marlene and Carol into the kitchen to get things started.

The kitchen soon glowed with warmth and laughter. The three women bustled around, chatting about who knows what, the air filled with the clatter of pans and bursts of giggles as they cooked.

They kept at it until seven o'clock, and by then, the dining table was a feast-dish after delicious dish laid out in a colorful spread.

Gwendolyn White beamed as she called out, "Dinner's ready! Everyone, come to the table!"

People began making their way over, drawn by the smells and the promise of good company.

Maynard arrived right on cue, arms full of gifts and several boxes of holiday treats. He joked that he'd dropped by to freeload for dinner and, while he was at it, to wish everyone an early happy new year.

Gwendolyn laughed, teasing him for having such a keen nose-he always managed to show up just as the food hit the table.

Maynard had a gift for putting people at ease, a skill honed by growing up in a family where warmth and generosity ran deep. With two elderly relatives at home, he'd learned early on how to charm the older generation, and he and Gwendolyn traded jokes and stories until she was practically glowing with praise for him.

Stewart watched from the sidelines, a hint of envy flickering in his eyes. He'd never been good at handling family gatherings or navigating social niceties. Yet Maynard, with just a few words, had the whole room-especially the elders- laughing along with him.

For the first time, Stewart truly realized how valuable emotional intelligence could be.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then quietly slipped away to a quieter corner, sitting with his two children.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn drew Briony to sit beside Maynard; Stewart noticed, reading her intentions all too clearly. He lowered his gaze, hiding the loneliness in his eyes.

Around the marble dining table, large enough to seat twenty, everyone took their places. The lazy Susan in the center turned slowly, carrying platters of food past eager hands.

Conversation and laughter flowed easily. The men raised their glasses in hearty toasts, while the women sipped juice in place of wine.

their glasses and toasted to Briony's recovery, wishing her health and peace for many years

drew to a close. Maynard rose to say his goodbyes, and Gwendolyn fussed over him, insisting he come by more often. Maynard promised he

not fully recovered, was ushered

and her husband, along with Kendal and his wife, retired

behind,

Briony stepped out of the bathroom after her shower just as there was a

It was Stewart.

gift," he said,

stared at him, half amused. "Are you taking notes from Mr. Maynard and

mall today, wandered in, and this caught my eye. I thought you might like it," Stewart

bag with a smile. "So, does that mean

shook his head, not daring to hope for anything from her. "That's not necessary. I'm

fair," Briony insisted. "Is

surprised. "Are you

accepting gifts from both you and Mr. Maynard. It wouldn't be right to return the favor to him and not

lips curved in a faint smile. "I'll

paused, then asked, "Was there

her eyes. "You should get some rest. I'll

of the hospital and no longer needed

He turned to go.

she called

He stopped, turning back.