Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 188

Cedric Clarke choked on his words.

“But you still chose to help him.”

Cedric fell silent.

“Dr. Clarke, you’ve helped me before, and I understand you have your loyalties as Stewart’s friend. I don’t blame you for that,” Briony said, her gaze calm and measured. “But you’ve chosen his side, so I can’t just pretend it’s nothing.”

Cedric pressed his lips together and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry.”

Briony didn’t say another word to him. She turned and headed straight for the elevator.

Stella followed, lifting her dress as she passed Cedric, shooting him a furious look.

“Careful hanging around with Stewart. People might start thinking you’re just like him—you’ll end up single for life!”

Cedric stood there, speechless.

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Their destination was St. Augustine’s Church on the Golden Coast.

The old stone church sat by a stretch of golden sand, a world away from the city. The drive from the hotel took nearly twenty minutes.

The entire ride was tense and silent.

Cedric kept glancing in the rearview mirror at his passengers. Briony stared out the window, lost in thought. Stella, on the other hand, met his eyes more than once, each time glaring at him like he was the villain of the story.

Cedric could only grit his teeth and suffer in silence. He’d never felt more misunderstood.

Finally, they arrived at the church.

As soon as the car stopped, Stella hopped out, then helped Briony from the back seat.

The grounds were eerily quiet.

Stewart had reserved the entire church for the day—no tourists, no onlookers, only those who belonged.

At the entrance, a man and a boy stood together, both dressed in matching white suits—father and son, unmistakable even from a distance.