Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Bryn, please—don't cry, I..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Briony looked at him, her voice trembling. "Stewart, this is my life. I don't need you to save me like this."

A sharp pain twisted in Stewart's chest.

"Bryn, the only thing that matters is that you're alive."

He reached out, wanting to wipe away her tears, but Briony stepped back and stood up, just out of reach.

She brushed the tears from her face, her voice icy. "You traded ten years of marriage to save my life, Stewart. Do you really think that makes you some kind of hero?"

Stewart's breath caught. "I didn't think about any of that. In that moment, all I wanted was for you to survive. Bryn, everything else pales in comparison to you being alive..."

Briony stared at him, eyes shining with tears.

laugh and nodded. "You're right.

don't overthink this. You have to live. Our kids

you beforehand, because this was my choice. Even now, if Xenia Cooper is

at him, silent tears streaming

an excuse, never once mentioning how

through, if she still doubted Stewart's feelings for her, she'd be lying to

she couldn't bear the weight of

or at least remained friends, but things had spiraled far beyond that...

you say it,

you say I don't owe you anything, then I'll accept that we're even. I can do it. I'm not as kind as you think, Stewart I want to Jive. You're right nothing is more important than that. So I'll accept it. I'll accept

to her, Stewart felt as though

on, there won't be a room for you at Pearbrook Mansion. If you want

spoke, the colder her words

couldn't hold himself back any longer. He

buried her face in