Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 288

For the past four years, Cedric Clarke had kept his distance from Briony, afraid that Stewart might get suspicious. The only two times he’d reached out were when he and Stella got married, and again last month, when Stella gave birth—he’d simply messaged Briony that both mother and baby were healthy.

Briony, quietly and without fanfare, had sent a few baby clothes to Cedric after the birth.

Cedric glanced at her. “Next time you’re back in Northborough, I’ll try to arrange a meeting—maybe you can see Stella and the baby.”

Briony nodded. “That’d be nice.”

When they reached the airport, Briony got out and said her goodbyes to Cedric.

He watched her walk inside before finally driving away.

—

Briony booked the next available flight.

By the time the plane took off, it was already nine in the evening.

The flight from Northborough to Silverlake City took six hours.

She landed just after five in the morning.

By the time she’d grabbed a cab and made it home, it was nearly six-thirty.

As Briony wheeled her suitcase through the door, she ran right into James, who was coming downstairs.

James looked ready for his morning run. He did a double-take when he saw her. “You’re back early! I thought you weren’t getting in until midday.”

“I switched to an earlier flight,” Briony replied, not mentioning her trip to Northborough. “Where’s little Nina?”

“She spent the night with Mrs. Winslow. It’s Saturday—let her sleep in.”

“Good idea.” Briony stifled a yawn. “I’m going to grab a shower and catch some sleep myself.”

“Sounds good. I’ll pick up breakfast for you guys when I get back.”

“Thanks.”

—

Rosita and Garry’s wedding had been a rushed affair, but they’d actually signed their marriage certificate weeks before.

So now, Rosita was officially Mrs. Ferguson.

The day after the wedding, Rosita announced she wanted to return home.

Garry agreed without hesitation. “Sure. I’ve been wanting to take little Mario back to see my family anyway.”

Rosita frowned slightly. “Your family?”

“My great-grandfather was from Silverlake City,” Garry said with a smile.

Rosita didn’t think much of it. “Should I come with you guys?”

“Aren’t you supposed to film that reality show?”

Rosita nodded. “Yeah, I’ve already signed the contract.”

“Then I’ll just take little Mario myself.”

Rosita breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “Alright. I’ll meet you in Silverlake City as soon as I’m done!”