Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The knock on the master bedroom door echoed softly through the quiet house.

Briony Kensington had just stepped out of the bathroom, damp hair clinging to her neck, dressed in white cotton pajamas. The long sleeves and pants did little to hide how thin she'd become.

She walked over and opened the door.

Stewart Wentworth stood there, frowning slightly. "It's late. Why are you washing your hair now?"

She offered a weary smile. "We had a barbecue tonight. My hair still smells like smoke."

"You shouldn't catch a chill," Stewart said, his voice stern. "Let me dry your hair for you."

Briony blinked, surprised, and shook her head. "It's nothing. I can manage." Stewart ignored her protest and held out a cup. "You need to take your medicine first. Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

She hesitated, pressing her lips together, then gave in.

Briony settled in front of her dressing table. Stewart handed her the medicine; it was warm, just the right temperature. She drank it in one go, the bitterness so familiar it barely registered anymore.

A moment later, a wrapped piece of creamy white candy appeared in front of her. Stewart's gentle voice came from above. "From Nina's secret stash."

Briony's lashes fluttered as she reached out and took it, closing her hand around the sweet.

Stewart switched on the hairdryer, setting it to warm. One of his arms was still bandaged; the doctor had said those knife wounds were deep, with some infection and inflammation, and would likely leave scars. Stewart didn't seem to care. He was just grateful it was his left arm, so it didn't get in the way of looking after Briony.

The only sound in the bedroom was the low hum of the hairdryer.

Briony's hair was long and silky, falling to her waist, but lately, because of her illness, it had started to come out in clumps.

her hair was finally dry,

silently and gathered the fallen hair into his palm, closing his fist

apple bobbing, pain flickering

mirror, saw what he was

went to

the sound of running water, put the hairdryer

door, gazing at the

reminder that Briony's body was fading,

hallway, Stewart closed his eyes and swallowed his anxiety,

Kensington villa bustled with warmth and

he brought local pastries from Northborough; the next, a basket of fruit or

protest, but Maynard waved her off. "It's nothing. That's what friends

being just a friend, and Briony couldn't argue without seeming ungracious.

Briony and Maynard signed the agreement. Maynard bought five percent of Starlight Entertainment for two billion, becoming the company's

but Briony had discussed it

health deteriorating and still no news of a bone marrow match, she had no choice but to start looking for a

a favor-a way to persuade Maynard to take over Starlight

conference room to introduce

had masterminded.

back shocked the entire leadership team. More than anything, they were reluctant

to anyone who looked at her-no amount of makeup could hide her pallor or the fragile thinness that had set

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