Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 554

James didn't say another word. He turned and walked away.

...

On the way back, Briony suddenly said she wanted to stop by Pearbrook.

James pulled the car over by the roadside near the river.

He walked with her across the crosswalk and onto the sidewalk that bordered Pearbrook.

Late summer nights after a storm always carried a sticky dampness to the city. The river ran swift, its waters churning rather than calm.

The rain had only just let up. There was no one else by the river.

Briony stood gazing out at the dark water, silent for a long time.

James simply stayed by her side, keeping quiet.

Across Pearbrook was Briony's new home; just a crosswalk separated them from

it.

The damp night breeze tugged at her long hair.

Briony lifted a hand to brush the strands from her cheek.

Cedric Clarke's words from the police station echoed in her mind-

[Stewart always said he didn't want a funeral. He just asked me to scatter his ashes in Pearbrook. But now...]

"But now there's nothing left. His last wish can't even be fulfilled."

murmured the words, barely audible. James caught only a fragment and leaned

"It's nothing."

the river. "It's getting late. Let's

was so dark he couldn't make

returned to Skybreeze Retreat, they found Stella

sitting on the floor, playing puzzles with her

jumped up and hurried over, worry etched across her face. "Are you

a small smile. "Why did you come over?

of course I had to come!" Stella replied. "I brought the nanny too. Cedric's going to be swamped with work for the next few days, and there's not much else I can do at least I can keep you and

who'll be busy. There's not much happening on my end. You really didn't need to make a

well as she did, she might have

tugging Briony up to the second floor without

Briony into a

pulled her into a tight hug.

for a few seconds, then gently

frowned, studying her

sighed. "Star, I'm not feeling that

"You really hate

"The moment I heard he

all my feelings

what, your heart

turned to look out

pitch black, nothing visible

almost fragile, in the quiet

grieve or not doesn't change anything. I'm not devastated by Stewart's death. It just feels... unresolved. It shouldn't have

squeezed her hand. "You

Briony didn't deny it.

care? This was the man she once loved with five years of her youth. Even after deciding