Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 99

Chapter 100

Briony gave him a deep, respectful bow. "Dr. Clarke, thank you so much for coming."

Cedric Clarke scratched the back of his head, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Actually, I just ran into Stewart and the others in the parking lot."

At his words, Briony's brow furrowed.

"The others?" Stella had a bad feeling. "Who's with Stewart?"

Before Cedric could answer, a commotion sounded at the door.

Stewart walked in with Rosita at his side, and Irwin trailing after them-his forehead still bandaged.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Stella rolled up her sleeves, eyes narrowing. "If I don't lose my temper over this, then—"

Stella's mother, Scarlett Joyner, swooped in just in time, grabbing her arm and hissing, "What do you think you're doing? This is a funeral. Get a hold of yourself."

Stella gritted her teeth, barely keeping her anger in check. "They're obviously here to cause trouble!"

"The dead deserve respect," Scarlett warned. "Let's just see what they're up to. Don't do anything rash."

herself to swallow

to the front, accepting a candle from one of

planting herself squarely

and Rosita both

her glare filled with utter contempt, as if she were

to say something, but Cedric Clarke quickly pulled

bad enough you showed up, but

her meetings for this. She really means it," Stewart muttered. "Briony's got issues with Rosita, and

full three seconds before finding his voice. "Unbelievable... Stewart, it's no wonder you're getting divorced. Honestly, you deserve

bristled, picking up the sarcasm in Cedric's tone.

missed the point. He mentally lit a

awkwardly by herself, her eyes red and brimming with tears,

accept, but Stewart

of Rosita. "Rosita, do you dare look my mother

flickered to Julia's image, her brow creasing. She quickly looked

innocence. "Ms. Kensington, please calm down. If Ms.

a voice message before

Rosita froze.

caught every nuance of her

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