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 checkups have been fine. She should

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 stable after two hours, we'll move her to her

Marlene both let out a sigh

later, Mary was moved from recovery to

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

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

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

Mary shook her head, insistent. "I'm not tired. I want to

emotions, held back for so long, had finally overflowed with her

her cheeks. "Briony,

to disappoint her, not at

eagerly, eyes shining through her tears. "Let me see

those big, beautiful eyes. Six pounds, three ounces. Honestly, I think she's even cuter than little

expression twisting with pain. Suddenly her

heard her cough and grew alarmed. "Mary? Are you

speak, but a crushing tightness in

Briony's hand, desperate to say what she needed

And... for her nickname, just

terribly wrong, Briony slammed her hand against

nurses and doctors rushed

fluid embolism! We need to get