Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He stood with his back to her, tall and lean as ever, though perhaps a bit thinner now.

Briony Kensington watched him in silence.

Minutes slipped by without a word.

At last, Briony sighed a sound of release, almost relief.

"Stewart Wentworth, I've made my peace with everything. You shouldn't keep dwelling on the past, either."

Stewart paused, then turned to face her.

He crossed the room and knelt down in front of her, his long, narrow eyes fixed on hers, the corners rimmed with red.

She could tell he'd been crying.

"You've grown more sentimental than before," she said, her tone gentle, teasing, a hint of warmth in her voice.

Stewart's dark eyes reflected her own pale, drawn face.

"Bryn, I know there's no going back for us. After everything that's happened, I realize now how unforgivable so much of my behavior was. I put you through hell, and still, you chose to raise our two children on your own. For that alone, I could never repay you, not in a lifetime."

His voice was low and sincere.

hadn't been for them, I don't think I would've made it through. Stewart, neither of us came from happy homes. Let's learn from that. From now on, let's co-parent-give them both a mother's and a father's love, so they can have the safe, happy childhood we never did." Stewart looked at her,

"How so?"

"You're... more human, somehow."

her for a long

"Back then, the medication I was on made me numb. I haven't taken it in a long

Briony nodded. "That's good."

spoke quietly, like old friends, calm and

was their children who

together, support one another, and strive to become better people for the sake

they would never love each other again, but they had a shared purpose now. The old wounds

perhaps something

...

days later, Briony's condition

went to see

complication with her pregnancy—a scare that

a week of careful treatment, the

personally drove Briony to the

to Mary's room, then stepped out to wait in