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.

her, alone in the hush, watching over her

Morning came.

stood, and quietly left the

the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee and

onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip

in his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night

get the

on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm

clipped, his expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise

a sharp laugh.

fair! No matter

in

experience, I can't guarantee a bone marrow transplant will succeed

time."

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rubbing his brow. "I

trust me, I'll do everything I can.

"For the sake of our child, I believe she'll

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

lowered his eyes and murmured a quiet

three in the afternoon, the donor's