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..."

one—it's

Cedric was left speechless.

under observation, Briony's condition finally stabilized, and she was transferred out of

hospital belonged to The Clarke Group-Cedric Clarke was

made perfect sense for Briony to

owned, The Clarke Group Medical Center had flourished in recent years, thanks not only to the company's backing, but also to Stewart's

the exclusive, one-on-one

in charming, stand-alone cottages, with plenty of room for family to stay over. Each had its own little garden, lush and carefully tended, the perfect place for patients to

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

day and night asleep after being moved into her cottage. When she finally woke, Stewart was right there

his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. The side of his face that showed was as sharp and handsome as ever, though dark

In her memory, Stewart was always dignified and put-together, no matter the circumstances. Even when he'd been seriously ill, he'd never

kind of man who

if he were on

tousled, shirt rumpled, stubble darkening

the