Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony froze for a moment, then said quickly, "I'll call Dr. Clarke and have the driver take you to the hospital."

"Okay."

"Don't forget your hospital bag. I'll head straight there and meet you."

"Alright, we will!"

After hanging up, Briony swung her car around and sped toward Clarke Hospital.

Rain was pouring down, and traffic snarled at every intersection. As soon as she finished calling Cedric Clarke, Briony, still uneasy, dialed Marlene.

Marlene picked up almost immediately, saying they were already on their way to the hospital.

In the background, Briony could hear Mary's cries of pain.

"Put me on speaker," Briony urged, trying to soothe Mary as she navigated the slick city streets.

By the time Briony reached the hospital, she parked in a rush and hurried straight to maternity.

Mary had already been wheeled into the delivery room. Cedric Clarke stood just outside, his face taut with worry. Marlene was nearby, a few flecks of blood still staining her sleeve.

"How is she?" Briony asked, breathless.

Cedric's expression was grave. "She's had some bleeding. Director Charles is in there with her now, checking everything over. We don't know any more yet."

her breathing as she looked at Cedric. "All the checkups

reply, when the delivery room door swung open. A nurse stepped out. "It was a rapid delivery with a second-degree tear, but you got her here just in time. It's a girl-six pounds, three ounces. The baby swallowed some fluid, so she's been taken to the neonatal unit for observation. The

Marlene both let out a sigh

hours later, Mary was moved from recovery

long after arriving in her room. As soon as she

"You did great. The baby swallowed a bit of fluid and needs a few days

I didn't hear her cry..." Mary's eyes grew misty. "Briony, I think

exhausted. Why don't you try to sleep?" Mary shook her head,

long, had finally overflowed with her daughter's

a daughter," Mary whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Briony, if he were still alive... do you think

her, not at a moment like

through her tears. "Let me see

"Look-she's so fair, with those big, beautiful eyes. Six pounds, three

twisting with pain. Suddenly her vision

her cough and grew alarmed. "Mary? Are

speak, but a crushing tightness in her

desperate to

And... for her nickname, just Lori...' "Mary? Don't scare me,

Briony slammed her hand against

and doctors

embolism! We need to get her to