Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart was gone all day, and by the time he returned, night had already fallen.

The nurse was waiting outside the bedroom door. When she saw Stewart come back, she stood up at once. "Ms. Kensington woke up for a little while this afternoon. Dr. Clarke came by to check on her, but she fell asleep again not long after."

Stewart pressed his fingers to his brow, weary. "Thank you. I'll stay with her now, you go get some rest. If I need anything, I'll call you."

"Of course."

Lately, Stewart had spent every night at Briony's side.

The bedroom was quiet, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the lamp.

Stewart sat down by the bed.

A pool of warm, amber light spilled across Briony's face.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing barely audible.

Stewart reached out and gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

Even in sleep, she frowned a little, as if uneasy.

drew his hand back, unwilling to

deep in her peaceful

hush, watching over her until the first pale glow of dawn

Morning came.

his forehead, stood, and quietly left the

Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee

asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a

of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his

we get the results?" he asked

his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart

grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the surgery

in me, even with all my experience,

his head, rubbing his brow.

do everything I can. After

steady. "For the sake of our child, I believe she'll

Stewart's face and figured he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything, I'm confident Briony

his eyes and murmured a

the donor's test results came