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.

...

edge of Pearbrook, the black

had painted the

car, Briony sat

gentle as

opened her

at Pearbrook,"

rolled down the

water drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers-a fragrance that soothed

where the last rays of red lingered

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

back door opened and Briony

hurriedly unbuckled and followed after

whole row of flowering trees lined

petals drifting down in twos and

ahead, Stewart quietly

short distance, Briony's breath grew heavier, her steps faltering under the weight of

onto

sat down beside her, unscrewed the top

warm water, and felt her

thermos back to Stewart,

do you remember what you said, about wanting your ashes scattered

Stewart froze.

look at

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

if I'm not around, I'll always feel like I let our children down. I want to do what

trailed off, taking a deeper breath, her

In the blink of an eye, the twins are

lifted a hand, pointing to 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.

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