Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Briony's world was pitch black. She stumbled forward, her arm clinging to Mary's for support.

Blindness had turned every step into a hazard. From the second floor down to the first, she kept bumping into things, nearly falling more than once-each time Mary caught her just in time.

They reached the side door of the back garden. Mary opened it, then gently nudged her forward-

Briony froze, caught off guard. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms steadied her from behind.

A familiar, deep voice sounded above her head. "Ms. Kensington, it's me."

Blair.

Briony's breath caught. "Blair? What are you doing here?"

Mary's voice was urgent. "Blair, Briony can't see. It must be the meds-they did something to her eyes. Please, just get her out. You can sort everything out once you're home."

"Got it."

Blair bent down and swept Briony into his arms.

In the darkness, he looked at Mary. "Thank you. Take care of yourself."

“Go, quickly,” Mary said, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Briony, if we ever meet again, I hope you'll still let me call you 'sister.""

her head toward

"Who's out there?"

rang out from the

Mary made a quick gesture to Blair-go,

hurried away with Briony

shut the door, cutting

blue of the night, Blair set Briony down inside a waiting black SUV. Briony's world remained shrouded in darkness, her

Blair fastening her seatbelt, the metallic click of the buckle. Her hands trembled as

surreal, like she was drifting through a

heard the car

the driver's side door opened. Someone

Another door thudded shut.

pressing Briony back into her seat. She curled

the

taut.

car was silent. No

vehicle racing through

still clung

was sitting beside her anymore. Everything had happened so fast, so smoothly, it almost felt unreal-too easy. Her mind spun

called out

"I'm here."

calmed her, just