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

had painted the sky in brilliant

the car, Briony sat with her eyes

voice gentle as

opened her

Pearbrook," Stewart said

down

faint scent of

last rays of red lingered

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

back door opened

and

of flowering trees lined

drifting down in

Stewart quietly trailing

breath grew heavier, her steps faltering

onto an empty

down beside her, unscrewed the top from a thermos, and handed it

it, sipped the warm water,

thermos back to Stewart, who

about wanting your ashes

Stewart froze.

turned to look at

make it through this, please find a peaceful place for me somewhere with good energy. Somewhere that will protect our children, keep them safe and healthy

Stewart's voice was strained, his

down. I want to do what I can

taking a deeper breath, her

quickly. In the blink of an eye, the twins are

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

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