Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

January 10th. The snow in Northborough, which had been falling nonstop for over two weeks, finally let up.

The city lay blanketed in white, and the air brimmed with the anticipation of the holidays.

The doctor had good news-Briony was finally ready to leave isolation.

The bone marrow transplant had been a resounding success. Throughout the entire treatment, Briony had shown incredible strength, cooperating wholeheartedly with the doctors and nurses. The results were even better than anyone had hoped.

She'd managed to avoid all the typical complications leukemia patients usually faced.

Cedric Clarke and the team of specialists were both relieved and amazed.

At ten o'clock that morning, Briony officially left the isolation ward. A nurse wheeled her across the snowy courtyard to the small recovery wing.

She still needed several more weeks of careful observation and rehabilitation in the annex, but if all went well, she'd be discharged in time to spend New Year's Eve at home with her family and friends.

Her loved ones had gathered in the small building, waiting for her with barely contained excitement.

After more than twenty days apart, seeing each other again felt utterly surreal.

Briony was still thin, and her skin had darkened a little—a minor side effect from the transplant, which would fade in time. Her once waist-length hair had been cut to her collarbone, and she wore a black knit hat pulled low over her ears.

Stella was the first to rush over, throwing her arms around Briony with tears streaming down her face. "I told you, Bryn! Good people like you-God just has to watch over them."

patted her friend's back gently. "Come on now, everyone's watching. Don't

of them weren't holding

and the men wore watery smiles as

waited for this day for

of sunlight broke through the thick winter

it felt as

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

two young children called out from the

other cradling their daughter.

aside, giving Briony

Clarke, still in his white coat, came forward

husband's embrace. These days, they were more used to arguments

separation-the family of

watching felt the significance of the moment. No

in front of Briony,

she'd spent in isolation, family members were allowed to visit, but only through a glass window.

know he was there. She'd slept through much of her treatment, too exhausted to eat or speak, though thankfully she'd

complications.

Stewart could do nothing but watch her sleep, alone