Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 555

Stewart’s gravesite had been chosen by a renowned spiritualist, whose services Cedric Clarke had secured at great expense.

Stewart, in life, had made it clear he didn’t want a funeral. His only wish was for his ashes to be scattered along the banks of Pearbrook.

That, however, proved impossible. In the end, Cedric honored Stewart’s wishes as best he could.

Briony quietly took on the responsibility for all the expenses—from the burial plot to the simple ceremony itself.

Cedric had called her, insisting he wanted to contribute, a gesture of brotherhood and remembrance. After some thought, Briony allowed him to cover a small portion.

As Stella once said, people are complicated. Stewart wasn’t just a father to his two children; he was also a friend, a mentor, a colleague. The lives he touched were proof he’d truly been here.

Briony couldn’t refuse others the chance to express their respect for Stewart.

On the day of the funeral, a fine mist drizzled from a gray sky.

The ceremony was intimate and unadorned.

Those present were few: Cedric Clarke, Briony, James, Carl, Lorna, Carol, and the directors of two orphanages.

Carl had been the one to reach out to them.

Stewart had anonymously supported these orphanages for years. When he learned of his illness, he entrusted both his law firm and the orphanages to Carl’s care.

The directors arrived with children in tow, each child clutching a handmade white flower.

At the appointed hour—chosen by the spiritualist—Briony approached the grave, wearing a simple black dress, two white flowers pinned to her sleeve.

She carried Stewart’s favorite suit, the one he’d worn to countless important moments in his life, holding it close on behalf of his children.