Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After Briony was rushed to the hospital that day, the doctors confirmed her condition had taken a turn for the worse.

A week of desperate treatments followed-a brutal battle that barely snatched her life back from Death's grasp.

But Briony's illness was anything but typical, defying every expert's predictions.

There was a bitter divide among the doctors. Cedric Clarke had brought in a team of oncologists who insisted on chemotherapy. On the other side, Kendal Ellsworth and several other senior physicians trained in holistic medicine argued fiercely against it.

Their disagreements dragged on, neither side willing to back down.

In the end, it was Briony who made the call.

She refused chemo, opting instead for conservative management.

It was her right as a patient, and though the experts disagreed, they ultimately respected her choice.

Briony moved back into that small medical cottage.

Every day, Kendal would visit to perform acupuncture, and the air inside was thick with the scent of herbal remedies. Bowl after bowl of bitter medicine came and went without pause.

illness was held at bay for now,

down anything except a little plain porridge. Even when she forced herself to eat, she'd soon be wracked

its toll-not just in suffering, but in the growing frailty of her body. Eventually, they had no choice but to hook her up to an

her fight against the illness, time seeming to

of an eye, a month had

skin now looked nearly translucent, the tiny blue veins beneath as clear as

all, her children visited

coming, Briony would bundle herself up tightly and

adults kept the truth from them. All they knew was that Mommy

when Mommy could come

her daughter said those words, Briony

and gently distract her

to sense something

than his sister maybe because of what he'd gone through when his father was gravely ill. It was as if he'd always

a thoughtful child, always encouraging Briony to take her medicine and eat more. He promised to