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..."

need. He just turned one—it's about time he was

Cedric was left speechless.

condition finally

to The Clarke Group-Cedric Clarke was the

perfect sense for Briony to receive treatment

the company's backing, but also to Stewart's own connections. The hospital boasted state-of-the-art medical technology and had drawn some of the best doctors

was the exclusive,

cottages, with plenty of room for family to stay over. Each had its own little

equipped-there was even a sterile

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

asleep with his head on his folded arms, half 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

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

to joke, "Stewart's the kind of man who wouldn't have a single

he were

Stewart was-hair tousled, shirt rumpled, stubble darkening his

the door