Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony stared at the doors of the emergency room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

...

Mary was gone.

She died on the very day her daughter was born.

The baby lay in an incubator, oblivious to the fact that her mother had left this world forever.

Maybe the newborn could sense the absence, because that night, she developed a high fever.

The doctors in the neonatal unit declared her condition critical.

Briony couldn't afford the luxury of grief. She rushed to the neonatal ward, signing a stack of consent forms for the baby's treatment.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the child's condition finally stabilized.

But Briony's nerves and emotions stayed stretched tight, refusing to ease.

Mary had no family left. For now, her body was kept in the hospital morgue.

Briony went to see her.

Mary lay beneath a white sheet.

Briony gently lifted the cloth.

Mary's eyes were closed, her face peaceful, as if she were simply sleeping.

bear to leave her daughter behind, a child so

hadn't even had a chance to look at her baby girl,

heartless woman slept

sobbing

Ferdinand too much,

Ferdinand have

girl..." Briony ran her hand gently over

Cold. Unforgiving.

never

...

up and spotted Stewart

etched across his face. "Bryn, are

eyes were swollen and red from crying. She looked at Stewart, her expression already composed, her

you

had some free time this week. Thought I'd take the kids to Southcreek Manor for a few days. But as soon as I arrived at the

Wentworth, but I'm fine," Briony replied, keeping her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a

keenly, but there was nothing he could

Let a professional handle the funeral. I

him off. "Mary called me her sister. That makes me her family. I'll handle the funeral myself. Just take care of the

pressed his

energy to

made everything clear last time." Her voice was weary. "Once you have the kids, just go. My affairs are none of your

you to wear yourself

me isn't something another woman's husband should worry

words landed like a

at his side, a wave of sorrow washing over

"Just... take care

a quiet thank you, then brushed past him, heading back toward the