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 weaned

Cedric was left speechless.

observation, Briony's condition finally stabilized, and

to The Clarke

made perfect sense for Briony

backing, but also to Stewart's own connections. The hospital boasted state-of-the-art medical technology

feature was the exclusive, one-on-one VIP

for family to stay over. Each had its own little garden, lush and carefully tended, the perfect

fully equipped-there was even a sterile

after being moved into her cottage.

half his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. The side

always dignified and put-together, no matter the circumstances. Even when he'd been seriously ill, he'd never let himself look the

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

place, even if he

yet, here Stewart was-hair tousled, shirt rumpled,

then, the door