Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Some transplant patients experience darker skin for a while, but it's only

temporary.

"Oh!" Little Nina didn't understand the medical talk, but she said earnestly, "As long as Mom is healthy and doesn't get sick, it doesn't matter if she has a few dark spots! In my heart, Mom will always be the most beautiful."

Briony was moved. She reached out to gently touch her daughter's round, cherubic cheek. "You're such a sweet girl, Nina."

"Mom." Little Mario tugged on Briony's finger.

Briony looked down at her son, ruffling his hair. "Mario, Mommy's home."

Mario's brows knitted in worry. "Mom, does it hurt?"

Briony smiled, her eyes growing misty. "It doesn't hurt, sweetheart. When I think of you and Nina, nothing hurts at all."

Little Mario stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you, Mom."

He wasn't one for words; just those three simple little words were enough to bring tears to Briony's eyes.

Stewart set Mario down.

Nina rushed over too, throwing her arms around Briony.

Briony gathered both children into her embrace, pressing kisses to the tops of their heads.

up with her own eyes, could witness every important moment in their

Briony's face, but her heart

was alive. That

from the doorway, feeling both relieved

it would be time for him to quietly step

Ten days since Briony

came to the cottage to check Briony's pulse,

well. At this rate, you'll be able to leave

heart soared at

still need to rest at home for

life had been snatched back from the jaws of death; Briony took every

carefully to his

glanced around.

past weeks, everyone had seen how much Stewart

It felt natural now to think of him as part of

the children's father. He'd never left Briony's side through her illness. Whatever had happened ween them in the

Stewart seemed

hadn't seen much

started a new business,

days ago, she'd overheard Stewart on

about bids and contracts.

asked. That

Stewart's abilities were well known. Even though he'd given everything to the children, he was still the same man; if he wanted, he could rebuild his fortune

The way things are now, you each have your own lives,