Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony squeezed her hand, shaking her head at her like she was a silly girl.

Carey broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

When they left Starlight Entertainment, Stewart was the one driving.

Briony sat in the back, her body weak, leaning into the seat.

Stewart glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Are you feeling sick?"

Briony shook her head, gazing out the window at the passing city. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Stewart, I feel like I haven't really looked at this city in so long. Could you drive me around for a bit?"

Stewart's hands tightened almost imperceptibly on the steering wheel.

He lowered his lashes and answered softly, "Of course."

The black Bentley wound its way down the city boulevard.

They drove past the bustling heart of downtown, the streets painted in neon and laughter.

Then they slipped into the university district, lined with rows of golden-leaved trees.

The tires crunched over a carpet of fallen leaves, sending them swirling into the air-little sprites in golden cloaks, dancing on the autumn wind. The car's shadow stretched behind them, drifting farther and farther away, until those golden leaves fluttered back to earth.

A sparrow swooped down from a nearby branch, snatching up a leaf before taking off again.

Autumn had arrived. And with it, winter couldn't be far behind.

...

edge of Pearbrook, the black Bentley

painted the sky in brilliant

sat

turned, his voice gentle

slowly opened

Pearbrook,"

down the

breeze off the water drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming

at the sky, where the last rays of red lingered

painted a flush of color across her

opened and Briony stepped

and followed

flowering trees lined

drifting

Stewart quietly

distance, Briony's breath grew heavier, her steps

herself onto an

the top from a thermos, and

it, sipped the warm

back to Stewart, who replaced

about wanting your ashes scattered here in Pearbrook

Stewart froze.

to look at

but I don't want to rest here forever," Briony said, offering him a faint smile. "If don't make it through this, please find a peaceful place for me somewhere with good energy. Somewhere that will protect

his throat tight, "don't

I can, but if I'm not around, I'll always feel like I let our children down. I want to do what I can to make it up to them. You've given us

deeper

blink of an eye, the twins are almost

watched a woman playing with her little child-maybe two, three years old. That moment hit me