Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 278

It had been a beautiful night—the kind of night that felt touched by magic.

Perhaps that's why their child chose that moment to arrive.

But Stewart learned about it all far too late.

Was this what people called karma?

Somewhere deep within the hallway of his dream, a voice echoed through the shadows-

"Stewart, you are the most despicable man I've ever known."

"You've never once acknowledged the pain you and your family inflicted on me. From the very beginning, you only ever asked yourself two questions: 'Can I use her?' and 'Will she take good care of Irwin?' This marriage-what you needed wasn't a wife, but a perfectly placed pawn."

"In Ghana, there's a divorce tradition: couples who once loved each other, after everything falls apart, return to the very place they wed, dressed in their wedding clothes. The idea is to go back to where love began and let everything go, ending things together."

"But Stewart, we never loved each other. We never even had a wedding. So your grand divorce ceremony was doomed to be a farce from the start!"

"From this day on, Stewart, you're nothing but the executioner who indirectly killed my mother. We're better off strangers than ever meeting again!”

At the end of the corridor, Briony stood there in a white wedding dress.

He saw her and tried to reach her.

Briony turned away and ran out of the hall-

Stewart chased her all the way to the beach.

A heavy mist rolled in from the sea; Briony stopped, half-shrouded in fog. Her voice was cold and full of anguish-

and the one I gave life to, all gone because of you. And now I'm gone, too. Is this what

if there's another life after this, I pray I never

words faded, flames burst across her wedding

widened in

and the dress before he could reach

awake, heart pounding, breath coming in

Wentworth." Carl was at his side in an instant. "You're

Carl, Stewart's mind snapped

dream. Just a

relief

unfamiliar hospital room, Stewart pressed a hand to his aching brow. "What happened

collapsed, sir. You started coughing up blood and then slipped into a high fever. You've been unconscious for three days and

Three days and nights?

cold weight settled in Stewart's chest. "What

Ms. Kensington was cremated this morning. Her

"What did you say?!"

threw off the covers and swung his legs over the

could. "Her arrangements were handled by Mrs. Winslow and

"I don't believe it!"

shoved past Carl, heading for the

child. Their daughter is still here-there's

whisper. "The little one passed away the

face Carl, his dark eyes boring into him.

enough to terrify anyone he couldn't meet Stewart's

distress. Her heart gave out. She was just too small, sir. The doctors did everything possible. Maybe it was the bond between mother and

Stewart's face darkened. "Carl, you know what happens