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.

...

of Pearbrook, the black Bentley came to a

painted the sky in brilliant

car, Briony sat with her eyes

gentle as he called,

slowly opened her

at Pearbrook," Stewart said

down the

in, carrying the faint scent

last

painted a flush of color across her pale, fragile face,

opened

and followed

row of flowering trees

water shimmered, petals drifting

Stewart quietly

breath grew heavier, her steps faltering

herself onto an empty

unscrewed the top from a thermos,

warm water, and felt

to Stewart, who replaced the

said, about wanting your

Stewart froze.

turned to look at her,

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

strained, his throat tight,

always feel like I let our children down. I want to do what I can to make it up to

taking a deeper breath, her voice

by so quickly. In the blink of an eye,

I stood right there and watched a woman playing with her little child-maybe two, three years old. That moment hit me hard. It was then I finally decided to

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