Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 181

"Star..." Briony stared up at the crystal chandelier above her, her eyes blank and hollow. Her voice was so raw it was almost a whisper. "I dreamed about my granddad. And my mom..."

Stella's chest tightened. She wrung out the warm washcloth and gently dabbed at the sweat and tears on Briony's face.

"It's normal," Stella murmured, "to dream of the people you miss most when you're sick."

She continued, her voice steady, trying to comfort her friend. "You had a mild fever earlier today. I used alcohol to try to bring it down, and Stewart dropped off some medicine from the local pharmacy. I stayed, just in case he got suspicious. Later, Dr. Clarke wanted to stop by and check on you, but I turned him away."

Briony blinked once, slowly, as if she hadn't heard a word Stella said. She kept talking, lost in her dream.

"I was lost... It was a long, endless tunnel. My granddad was calling me from behind, and my mom was in front of me, blocking my way..."

Stella gently pried Briony's cold, clenched fingers off the blanket and wrapped them in the warmth of the towel.

"My mom told me to come back," Briony whispered. "She said I was going to be a mother too, that I can't go there..."

Stella dropped her gaze, pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. The corners of her eyes turned red.

Briony's voice cracked, breaking into a choked whisper. She closed her eyes, and her final words escaped like a sigh, "But... I'm just so tired..."

Her lashes fluttered shut, and a hot tear traced down her cheek.

She slipped back into unconsciousness.

night had fully settled

7:30 p.m.

She exhaled,

this physical and emotional strain, and now, with Briony's pregnancy making her even more sensitive, how could

Knock, knock.

on

up, peeked through the peephole, and then

stood outside, holding a

box from him, glancing up and down the hallway. "Where's

so I

asked,

Looking at Cedric, she grew serious, her brows furrowed. "Dr. Clarke, please— when Stewart gets back, you

nodded solemnly. "I

...

Briony's fever didn't

well past midnight, only allowing herself a brief nap

filtered through the sheer curtains, filling the room with gentle

during the day. The hotel overlooked the

slowly opened her

passed. She turned