Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 698

A stretch of spring rain lingered on and off until the tail end of April.

By early May, Northborough was basking in the first warmth of summer. The dampness had lifted; now, the breeze carried the scent of wisteria.

On the day Lori turned one month old, Briony and Maynard took her for a check-up at the hospital.

Carol had come down with a nasty cold, so Briony had given her a few days off.

Maynard knew Briony was taking Lori for her check-up, so he’d shown up early outside Pearbrook Manor. He claimed he just happened to be free; Briony, in a rush to leave, didn’t object.

The doctor assured them that Lori was thriving, every milestone right on track.

Briony finally felt at ease.

With the exam done, she cradled Lori in her arms as she and Maynard walked toward the hospital entrance.

She hadn’t expected to bump into Stewart right at the doors.

The encounter was sudden and unavoidable; both sides stopped in their tracks.

Their eyes met, and silence fell between them.

It had been a while since they’d last seen each other.

Standing beside Stewart was a boy, seven or eight years old, strikingly handsome.

Briony could guess who he was—Xenia Cooper’s son, Vernon.

“Here for a check-up with your little one?” Stewart broke the silence first.

Briony gave a brief nod.

Stewart’s gaze lingered on her, almost greedy. She looked much better than before—her complexion was rosy, she’d even put on a little weight.

Maynard glanced at Vernon. He’d already heard the rumors: the Coopers had thrown a lavish birthday party for Vernon not long ago, inviting all of Northborough’s elite in a very public display. Stewart had attended as Vernon’s biological father, and Maynard had received an invitation as well.

The image of Stewart, Xenia Cooper, and Vernon—a picture-perfect family—was still vivid.

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