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 edge of Pearbrook, the

setting sun had painted the

Briony sat

voice gentle

opened

at Pearbrook," Stewart

rolled down the

drifted in, carrying the faint scent of blooming

sky, where the last rays of red lingered on

across her pale, fragile face, lending her a

back door opened and Briony

hurriedly unbuckled and followed

whole row of flowering trees lined

water shimmered, petals drifting down in twos and

ahead, Stewart

breath grew heavier, her steps faltering

lowered herself onto an empty

top from a

warm water,

to

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

Stewart froze.

look at her,

"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 safe and healthy for

voice was strained, his

like I let our children down. I want to do what I can to make it up to them. You've given us

deeper breath, her voice dropping

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

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

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