Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 102

Briony stared at Carney and Gwendolyn White, her nose stinging as emotion welled up inside her.

Carney and Gwendolyn approached, their faces grave with concern.

"You really do treat your teachers like outsiders," Carney said, his tone tinged with gentle reproach. "Bryn, you've truly let me down."

Briony pressed her lips together, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. "I'm sorry, sir, I-"

Before she could finish, Gwendolyn White stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Oh, sweetheart, don't mind your teacher. He's just trying to scare you, that's all. For the last five years, he's talked about you every single day. You're his brightest student. Seeing you struggle like this-it breaks his heart. He didn't mean what he said."

Wrapped in Gwendolyn's motherly arms, Briony suddenly felt every bottled-up emotion from the past days come crashing down.

"Mrs. Winslow, my mom... she's gone..."

Gwendolyn gently stroked her back, her own eyes growing red. "Don't be afraid, dear. You still have us. We never had children of our own, and if you're willing, we'd love nothing more than to be your family."

Briony buried her face in Gwendolyn's shoulder and wept, letting the grief finally pour out.

nearby, watching the scene in

and James by her side, the funeral suddenly felt a little less lonely,

cemetery, Briony still needed to go to Brightspring Hill to hold

once told her that Brightspring Hill was a sacred place. Briony had remembered those

up the hill, watching as she knelt before the altar, hands clasped together

they all understood: these rituals were never really for the departed, but for those left

priest recited the prayers, a white butterfly drifted in from outside the chapel, landing gently on

Briony

seconds. As her tears trickled down, it fluttered

in snow. No one knew where the butterfly had come from. It circled Briony a few

and in that moment, her mother's words

cry. Don't be sad. And don't stubbornly

as the butterfly slowly

tears from

her, the priest

farewell, at last, had