Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 230 Gwendolyn White could tell from Carney's expression that things with Stewart at the airport hadn't gone well.

In front of Briony, though, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Once they were back home, Gwendolyn asked the housekeeper to make Briony a bowl of noodles and ladled out snourishing chicken broth for her to have first.

While Briony sipped the soup in the kitchen, Gwendolyn quietly pulled Carney into the bedroom.

"You talked to Stewart at the airport?" Carney let out a bitter laugh. "The man's a bully with too much power and far too little shame." Gwendolyn frowned. "He's still refusing to sign the divorce papers?" He sighed heavily. "Stewart's a control freak. I told him plainly we want to make Bryn our goddaughter. I even spoke to him as a family elder, but he just put on that fake smile and brushedoff." "I saw this coming a long tago," Gwendolyn said with a weary sigh. "That's why I suggested the Chadwicks get in touch with Bryn. Thank goodness she's strong enough to carve out her own path." Carney looked surprised. "So you'd already planned a backup for her?" "What else did you expect?" Gwendolyn shot him a look. "You're a man yourself- after all these years, do you still not know your own kind's weaknesses?" Carney protested, "Con, don't lumpin with the rest. I'm one of the good ones everyone says so!" She smacked his arm with a laugh. "Always so glib! Anyway, keep an eye on Stewart these next few days. Don't let him bother Bryn again. She deserves speace to finish her work." "Aye aye, ma'am!" Carney gave a mock salute.

*** The next day, on set.

They were filming a promotional video for The Antiquarian Society, so appearances mattered.

Briony changed into the outfit the production team provided: a cream-colored dress that flowed to her ankles. Her long dark hair was swept up with a simple hairpin, exposing her graceful neck and accentuating her fair skin. The makeup artist applied a touch of natural makeup.

When Briony stepped out from behind the screen, everyone fell silent, momentarily stunned.

Off camera, Stewart was talking with Professor Thornton. His gaze flickered when he noticed her, and he narrowed his eyes.

He'd always known Briony was beautiful, but for the past five years, she'd kept her style understated-nothing like the elegance she wore today. For the first time, he saw her fully transformed, as if she'd stepped straight out of a classical painting: slender, poised, with a smile that lit up her eyes and lent her an old-world charm.

Stewart swallowed, his gaze darkening.

Filming a promotional video was no small feat, especially when high production values were required. The camera demanded a certain presence.

It was Briony's first tin front of the lens, but she exceeded everyone's expectations.

By noon, she'd wrapped her individual scenes ahead of schedule.

The cinematographer couldn't help but exclaim, "Ms. Kensington has such screen presence. If she entered show business, she'd be a sensation! She was born for the camera." The director and crew all nodded in agreement.

By then, Briony was back in the dressing room, removing her makeup.

Gwendolyn arrived to take her hfor lunch and would bring her back in the afternoon.

The afternoon's shoot was simpler, only two quick scenes for Briony. Still, Gwendolyn, worried about her pregnancy, asked the director if Briony could shoot her parts first.

The director was more than happy to oblige.

Within half an hour, Briony had finished all her scenes for the day.

While Gwendolyn went to fetch the car, Briony changed out of her costand back into her own clothes.

On her way out, she passed Stewart but only paused to say goodbye to Professor Thornton, not sparing Stewart a glance.

Professor Thornton looked puzzled. "Is there bad blood between Ms. Kensington and Attorney Wentworth?" Stewart just smiled faintly. "She's still mad at me." Professor Thornton raised an eyebrow, baffled.

*** Over the next few days, Gwendolyn accompanied Briony to the set every day- partly to look after her, partly to make sure Stewart didn't try to corner her.

Stewart was always present, but thankfully, kept his distance.

Briony's work went smoothly. In her downtime, she texted Stella whenever possible-calls were nearly impossible, with the poor signal in the mountains, and the rain didn't help. Even text messages lagged and arrived in bursts.

Stella grumbled about the harsh conditions but assured Briony that she was safe.

Still, Briony couldn't shake her worry. She just hoped the week would pass quickly.

The rain in the mountains was relentless, turning village paths to mud. Raincoats and rubber boots had becdaily essentials.

Stella had been there for six days, and for six days she'd been utterly miserable.

She wasn't spoiled, exactly, but she'd grown up protected and cared for—she'd never really known hardship.

Here, every meal required firewood, hot water for bathing had to be m boiled, and the drafty wooden cabin she slept in offered little privacy or shelter from the wind. And the outhouse... The stuff of nightmares.

To avoid using it, she'd started drinking as little water as possible.

Finally, she made it to day six-the last day of her "ordeal" was almost here! But then, Stella becthe first in the group to fall ill.

The sky was dark and heavy, rain drumming on the roof as Stella lay shivering on a hard wooden bed, bundled in her sleeping bag, sniffling and feverish.

Cedric Clarke found her burning up with fever.

Outside, the rain was pouring down.

Cedric pressed a hand to her om forehead, his faceltense. "Dr. Joyner, hang in there. I'll be right back with the med kit." Stella managed to open her eyes, vision swimming, just able to make out the tall figure moving away.

After that, she drifted in and out of sleep, lost in fever dreams.

Who knows how much tpassed before she felt herself being jostled, carried, Stella Stella forced her eyes open, everything a blur, but she could just make out a man's silhouette. "Dr. Clarke?" she murmured.

The man paused but said nothing he simply hoisted her higher onto his shoulder and carried her out into the night.