Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 434

The next morning, Briony set out early for the Wentworth family cemetery.

The last time she'd visited, the groundskeeper had already known who she was. This time, too, he simply nodded and let her through without a word.

Carrying two large bags, Briony made her way to her son's grave.

But when she reached the spot, her heart stopped-her son's headstone was gone.

She was certain this was the right place.

She remembered it so clearly-it was right next to Grandpa Wentworth's grave.

But now, there was nothing there. No headstone. Not even a mark on the grass.

For a moment, Briony thought maybe she'd gotten it wrong.

Setting her bags down, she pulled out her phone and called Cedric Clarke.

"Dr. Clarke, I'm at the Wentworth family cemetery," she said.

Cedric sounded startled. "You're at the family cemetery?"

"Yes," Briony replied, her voice quiet. "I plan to leave Northborough soon. Before I go, I wanted to visit my son one last time, but...I can't find his headstone."

There was a pause on the other end. "Maybe you should call Stewart and ask him directly," Cedric suggested after a moment.

Briony frowned at the hesitation in his voice. "Alright."

She hung up and, with a deep breath, pulled Stewart's number out of her blocked contacts.

rang several times before he

came his

simmered beneath the surface, "what happened to

a long

are you right

the Wentworth

Then: "Our son

patience snapped. Her voice shook with rage and grief.

games? Why can't you

grave. "I mean...the child buried there-it was never

Briony froze.

you talking

I didn't expect

out, come to

"What does that mean? Stewart, what are you

Stewart said quietly. "He's alive, and he's safe." Briony's vision blurred.

He's alive.

Her son is alive.

Alive-truly, miraculously alive.

down her cheeks, Briony turned and ran down the hillside, barely

the key in the ignition,

a red light, but

outside

be expecting

her with respectful

"