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.

...

the black Bentley came

setting sun had painted the sky in

sat with her eyes

gentle as he

opened

Pearbrook," Stewart said

down the

drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers-a

at the sky, where the last rays of

across her pale, fragile face, lending her

door opened and Briony

unbuckled and followed

row of flowering trees

petals drifting down in twos and

Stewart quietly trailing

grew heavier, her steps faltering

herself onto an

sat down beside her, unscrewed the top

sipped the warm water,

thermos back to

you remember what you said, about wanting your ashes scattered

Stewart froze.

look

don't want to rest here forever," Briony said, offering him a faint smile. "If don't make it through this, please find a

Stewart's voice was strained, his throat tight, "don't

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 more than enough, I never have to worry about money. But

trailed off, taking a deeper breath, her

the blink of an eye,

pointing to a spot not far away. "I remember, years ago, I stood right there and watched a woman playing with

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