Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 734

Rain and tears blurred together on his face as Stewart dug tirelessly, finally reaching the car’s windshield. It was too dark inside, and no one responded to his calls.

He cleared away the last of the mud, balled his hand into a fist, and was about to smash the glass when a voice cut through the storm.

"Stewart!"

His body went rigid. Behind him, a pair of headlights flared to life, illuminating his drenched, pathetic figure.

Time seemed to stand still.

In the wind and rain, a woman holding an umbrella walked toward him, her steps sure on the wet, muddy ground.

Stewart slowly turned around. The woman was backlit, her face hidden in the shadows beneath the umbrella. The harsh light stung his wet eyes. He squinted, slowly pushing himself to his feet.

He stumbled forward, his walk turning into a desperate run.

Briony stopped and watched him approach. In the last few feet, Stewart slowed, blinking hard until her face came into focus. His pale lips parted, his chest heaving as he fought for breath, each gasp heavy with the terror he’d just endured.

He lunged forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace.

Their silhouettes merged in the headlights, casting a single shadow on the mound of mud behind them. In that moment, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

The umbrella tilted, and a cold stream of rain hit Briony's shoulder, making her shiver. She tightened her grip on the handle.

Stewart was soaked to the bone, his arms wrapped around her as if he'd never let go.

"Bryn, you scared me to death," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I thought you were…"

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