Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 93

Briony turned away from Stewart, no longer meeting his eyes, and staggered forward, barely holding herself together.

"Bryn!"

Stella hurried after her, catching up to help her into the car.

Stewart's lashes trembled. He'd just started to move when Cedric Clarke, unable

to watch any longer, stepped in to block his way.

"Stewart, let it go. She needs someone else right now, and that's not you."

Stewart's expression darkened at those words.

Cedric, frustrated, shook his head. "Honestly, you're hopeless. You just stand there trying to make your presence known, and it's infuriating!"

Stewart shot him a glare, his face like a thundercloud, but said nothing.

the whole situation growing more absurd by

time at the hotel,

pulled out his phone and dialed. "I

riverbank, sometimes at the

and night. On New Year's Eve, the officer assigned to the case finally approached Briony and told her

outside the station, she told Stella she

since Julia's accident, Briony had locked all her emotions deep inside. It was unsettling-far

was helpless. Briony had shut herself off, moving through the world like a numb,

quietly filled her basket with all the foods

her, eyes stinging with unshed

home, Briony headed straight for the kitchen

she might drift off or hurt herself,

and the city's lights flickered on, Briony finally finished, setting out a full table of

called Stella to join

meal-everything looked delicious, but she had

a few pieces of fish into the empty bowl beside her, then ladled soup into