Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stella couldn't help but chime in, "It's a shame, really. Our Bryn has finally moved on-she's not looking back."

Cedric Clarke raised his hands. "Hey, I didn't say anything!"

"You'd better not," Stella shot back, her tone firm. "Because I am a hundred percent on Bryn's side, just so you know."

Cedric tried to reason with her. "You women always tell your friends to leave, never to make up. Us guys are different. There's a kid involved—"

"Stop right there!" Stella cut him off, putting up a hand as if to block his words. "Cedric Clarke, let's change the subject, okay?"

Cedric pressed his lips together, watching Stella. There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Glancing at her watch, Stella asked, "So, when will Bryn be moved out of the ICU?"

"Not so soon. She needs to be monitored there for another twenty-four hours."

"Alright, I'll head back to Skybreeze Retreat and pick up some things for her." She waved at Cedric, already halfway out the door. "See you."

Cedric called after her, "There's no rush! You've been out all day-why not go home and see your son? He probably needs his bottle by now..."

turned one—it's about time

Cedric was left speechless.

full twenty-four hours under observation, Briony's condition finally stabilized,

Clarke Group-Cedric Clarke was the

perfect sense for Briony

to the company's backing, but also to Stewart's own connections. The

was the

to stay over. Each had its own little garden, lush and carefully tended, the perfect place for patients to recover in

fully equipped-there was even a sterile emergency room if anything took a turn

spent another day and night asleep after being moved into her cottage. When she finally

elbow. The side of his face

the circumstances. Even when he'd been seriously ill, he'd never

to joke, "Stewart's the kind of

if he were on his

Stewart was-hair tousled, shirt rumpled, stubble darkening

the