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.

cruelty-how could she bear to leave

to look at her baby girl,

slept

sobbing could

Ferdinand too much, and chose to

Ferdinand have to take her

ran her hand gently over Mary's face for

Cold. Unforgiving.

would never come

...

she looked up and spotted Stewart striding toward her

concern etched across

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

are you

to Southcreek Manor for a few days. But as soon as I arrived at the house, Carol told me about Mary. I was worried about you, so I

for your concern, Mr. Wentworth, but I'm fine," Briony replied, keeping her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a few days anyway,

felt her coldness keenly, but there

recovered-you shouldn't overexert yourself. Let a professional handle

"Mary called me her sister. That makes me her family.

his lips together,

the energy to drag this out with

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

want you to wear yourself

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

words landed like

side, a wave of sorrow washing over

moment, he sighed. "Just... take care of

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