Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

The knock on the master bedroom door echoed softly through the quiet house.

Briony Kensington had just stepped out of the bathroom, damp hair clinging to her neck, dressed in white cotton pajamas. The long sleeves and pants did little to hide how thin she'd become.

She walked over and opened the door.

Stewart Wentworth stood there, frowning slightly. "It's late. Why are you washing your hair now?"

She offered a weary smile. "We had a barbecue tonight. My hair still smells like smoke."

"You shouldn't catch a chill," Stewart said, his voice stern. "Let me dry your hair for you."

Briony blinked, surprised, and shook her head. "It's nothing. I can manage." Stewart ignored her protest and held out a cup. "You need to take your medicine first. Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

She hesitated, pressing her lips together, then gave in.

Briony settled in front of her dressing table. Stewart handed her the medicine; it was warm, just the right temperature. She drank it in one go, the bitterness so familiar it barely registered anymore.

A moment later, a wrapped piece of creamy white candy appeared in front of her. Stewart's gentle voice came from above. "From Nina's secret stash."

Briony's lashes fluttered as she reached out and took it, closing her hand around the sweet.

Stewart switched on the hairdryer, setting it to warm. One of his arms was still bandaged; the doctor had said those knife wounds were deep, with some infection and inflammation, and would likely leave scars. Stewart didn't seem to care. He was just grateful it was his left arm, so it didn't get in the way of looking after Briony.

The only sound in the bedroom was the low hum of the hairdryer.

Briony's hair was long and silky, falling to her waist, but lately, because of her illness, it had started to come out in clumps.

hair was finally dry,

the fallen hair into his palm, closing his fist around

lowered, Adam's apple bobbing, pain flickering in his

reflection in the mirror, saw what he

went

running water, put the hairdryer

gazing at

a cruel reminder that Briony's body was

and swallowed his anxiety, letting it settle in the pit

villa bustled with

Maynard showed up almost daily, never, empty-handed. One day, he brought local pastries from Northborough; the next, a basket of fruit or a bouquet of fresh

her off. "It's

Briony couldn't argue without seeming ungracious. Besides, she needed to talk to him about Starlight

agreement. Maynard bought five percent

shares were worth much more, but Briony had discussed it

no news of a bone marrow match, she had no choice but to start looking

a favor-a way to persuade Maynard to take over

conference room to introduce him to the senior

Entertainment owed much of its success to Briony's vision, especially the documentary series she had masterminded. Without its explosive popularity, the company could never have leaped so

shocked the entire leadership team. More than anything, they

her pallor or the fragile

...

meeting, Briony returned to her office, Maynard trailing

took a slow walk around the room, finally stopping at her

to keep this office,"