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."

she looked at Cedric. "All the

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 mom's being stitched up-if she's

and Marlene both let out a sigh of

was moved from recovery to a private VIP

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

princess." Briony gently brushed a strand of hair from Mary's pale face. "You did great. The baby swallowed a bit of fluid and needs a few days in

eyes grew misty. "Briony, I think I

her hand. "Mary, you're exhausted. Why don't you try to sleep?" Mary shook her head, insistent. "I'm not tired. I want to talk

back for so long, had finally overflowed

whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Briony, if he were still alive... do you think he'd

couldn't bear to disappoint her, not

eyes shining through

so fair, with those big, beautiful eyes. Six pounds, three ounces. Honestly, I

with pain. Suddenly

and grew alarmed. "Mary? Are

crushing tightness in her

wrong, Mary clutched Briony's hand, desperate to say what she needed before it

Florrie. And... for her nickname,

wrong, Briony slammed her hand against the nurse call

seconds, nurses and doctors

embolism! We need to get her to