Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 552

In truth, Lorna understood the situation better than anyone.

"I'll handle the rest with the police," she said, looking gravely at Briony.

Briony nodded.

Cedric Clarke's eyes were rimmed red as he glanced at her. "What about the kids? How are you going to tell them?"

Briony hesitated a moment, then spoke softly. "Let's keep it from them for now. Today, Stewart just told them he had to go abroad for a while and they're already upset. Let them settle down a bit. I'll wait for the right moment to tell them the truth."

Cedric struggled to keep his composure, but his voice still caught. "Stewart always said he didn't want a funeral. He just asked me to scatter his ashes at Pearbrook. But now..."

There was nothing left of Stewart to bury-his life had ended in a violent crash, with not even a trace of him remaining.

Not even his last wish could be fulfilled.

The abandoned pier was far, far from Pearbrook-so far it might as well have been another world.

drift with the tide into

He still couldn't accept that the stubborn, headstrong man he'd

are divorced," Cedric continued, voice trembling, "but you still have two children together. They're still little. For their sake—help

long moment. At last she said, "Let's give him a cenotaph, at the very least. You can decide

older, they'll have somewhere to go each year to remember their father-a place to mourn,

Wentworth's been disowned. He can't be buried in the Wentworth family plot anymore," someone interjected

and the room lapsed into

wiped them away with his sleeve, voice shaking. "Fred is heartless! Doing this is like erasing Mr. Wentworth's whole existence. I grandmother always said that when a person passes, their soul follows the path they took in life, and at the end, their loved ones wait to greet them.

to continue, burying his face in his hands. The tall man, usually so composed, was openly

every bit of his success was

was

man like Stewart-proud, aloof, misunderstood-should meet such a lonely, tragic

anguish made the loss all the

the room was palpable. Eyes brimmed with tears-even James, who had never liked

remained calm. She listened quietly as

moment, she

Wentworths were never really to Stewart. He has