Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 647

He stood with his back to her, tall and lean as ever, though perhaps a bit thinner now.

Briony Kensington watched him in silence.

Minutes slipped by without a word.

At last, Briony sighed—a sound of release, almost relief.

“Stewart Wentworth, I’ve made my peace with everything. You shouldn’t keep dwelling on the past, either.”

Stewart paused, then turned to face her.

He crossed the room and knelt down in front of her, his long, narrow eyes fixed on hers, the corners rimmed with red.

She could tell he’d been crying.

“You’ve grown more sentimental than before,” she said, her tone gentle, teasing, a hint of warmth in her voice.

Stewart’s dark eyes reflected her own pale, drawn face.

“Bryn, I know there’s no going back for us. After everything that’s happened, I realize now how unforgivable so much of my behavior was. I put you through hell, and still, you chose to raise our two children on your own. For that alone, I could never repay you, not in a lifetime.”

His voice was low and sincere.

Briony only smiled softly. “I didn’t keep the kids for your sake. I needed family, especially with the risks of surgery. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for them, I don’t think I would’ve made it through. Stewart, neither of us came from happy homes. Let’s learn from that. From now on, let’s co-parent—give them both a mother’s and a father’s love, so they can have the safe, happy childhood we never did.”

Stewart looked at her, his gaze deep, shining with unshed tears. “Alright.”

She met his eyes, her own expression gentle. “You really have changed.”

“How so?”

“You’re… more human, somehow.”

He looked at her for a long moment.

Finally, he said, “Back then, the medication I was on made me numb. I haven’t taken it in a long time.”

Briony nodded. “That’s good.”

They spoke quietly, like old friends, calm and at ease.

It was their children who had healed them.