Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Stewart was gone all day, and by the time he returned, night had already fallen.

The nurse was waiting outside the bedroom door. When she saw Stewart come back, she stood up at once. "Ms. Kensington woke up for a little while this afternoon. Dr. Clarke came by to check on her, but she fell asleep again not long after."

Stewart pressed his fingers to his brow, weary. "Thank you. I'll stay with her now, you go get some rest. If I need anything, I'll call you."

"Of course."

Lately, Stewart had spent every night at Briony's side.

The bedroom was quiet, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the lamp.

Stewart sat down by the bed.

A pool of warm, amber light spilled across Briony's face.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing barely audible.

Stewart reached out and gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

Even in sleep, she frowned a little, as if uneasy.

He drew his hand back, unwilling to disturb her.

That night, Briony remained deep in her peaceful slumber.

the hush, watching over her until the

Morning came.

rubbed his forehead, stood,

on the couch. Cedric Clarke

all last night, did you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across

his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his

the results?" he

today," Cedric replied, setting his cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit,

grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the

gave a sharp laugh.

No matter how

in me,

a bone marrow transplant will

time."

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his head, rubbing his

me, I'll do everything I can.

low and steady. "For the sake of our child,

anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long

simply lowered his eyes and murmured a quiet

the afternoon, the donor's test