Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 273

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-

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

this, I pray I

flames burst

in horror. He rushed

Briony and the dress before he could reach

in ragged gasps as he stared at the

was at his side in an

mind

dream. Just

heavy sigh of relief and slowly pushed himself

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

and then slipped into a high fever. You've been

Three days and nights?

in Stewart's chest. "What about

was cremated this morning. Her burial service is probably

"What did you say?!"

and swung his legs over the bed. "Who

he could. "Her arrangements were

"I don't believe it!"

Carl, heading for

her child. Their daughter is still

"The little one passed away the

face Carl, his dark eyes boring into him. "What did

was enough to terrify anyone he couldn't meet

out. She was just too small, sir. The doctors did everything possible. Maybe it was the bond between mother and daughter... but in the

That's impossible." Stewart's face darkened. "Carl, you

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