Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 672

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.

...

Pearbrook, the black Bentley came to a

sun had painted the sky in brilliant

car, Briony sat with her eyes

voice gentle

slowly opened her

Pearbrook,"

rolled down the

the water drifted in, carrying the faint

the sky, where the last rays

a flush of color across her pale,

opened and Briony stepped

and followed after

whole row of flowering trees lined

petals drifting down

walked ahead, Stewart

short distance, Briony's breath grew heavier, her steps

onto an

unscrewed the top from

warm

the thermos back to Stewart, who replaced

about wanting your ashes scattered here

Stewart froze.

turned to look at

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 our children, keep them

was strained, his throat tight, "don't

children down. I want to do what I can to make it up to them. You've given us more than enough, I never have to worry about money. But as for

a deeper breath, her

In the blink of an eye, the twins

a spot not far away. "I remember, years ago, I stood right there and watched a woman playing with her little child-maybe two, three years old. That moment hit me hard. It

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