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."

Briony said, steadying her breathing as she looked at Cedric. "All the checkups have been fine.

tear, but you got her here just in time. It's a girl-six pounds, three ounces.

let out a sigh of

Mary was moved from recovery to a private VIP

long after arriving in her room. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Briony, she managed a faint smile.

have a beautiful little princess." Briony gently brushed a strand of hair from Mary's pale face. "You did great. The baby swallowed

Mary's eyes grew misty. "Briony, I think I just saw

don't you try to sleep?" Mary shook

emotions, held back for so long, had finally overflowed

always said he wanted a daughter," Mary whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Briony, if he were

to disappoint her, not at a moment like

eyes shining through her tears. "Let me

the photo on her phone. "Look-she's so fair, with those big, beautiful eyes. Six pounds, three ounces. Honestly, I think she's even

her expression twisting with pain. Suddenly her

and grew

Mary tried to speak, but a crushing tightness in her chest

if sensing something was wrong, Mary clutched Briony's hand, desperate to say what she needed

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

terribly wrong, Briony slammed her hand against the

seconds, nurses and doctors rushed

We need to get her to