Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After her shower, Julia slipped into fresh clothes. Briony and Stella whisked her off to a salon next.

Julia's hair had been chopped short during her time in prison, and five years later, streaks of gray had crept in. Briony asked the stylist to dye the grays black and give Julia a gentle trim, shaping her hair into something softer, more hopeful.

When they left the salon, Julia felt as if she'd been reborn.

Briony had reserved a private dining room for lunch. Just before noon, the trio arrived at The Regal Waters Hotel.

Their room was on the third floor. A waiter led the way.

As they turned a corner, a group approached from the opposite direction. At the front was an elegant older woman, her bearing regal and unmistakable. By her side walked a young man whose sharp features bore a striking resemblance to Briony.

Briony frowned. Of all places... She never imagined they'd run into the Kensingtons here.

When Julia saw them, her face drained of color and she froze mid-step.

Stella was dumbstruck too. Was the world really this small?

Ms. Hudson's first day out of prison, and she already bumped into these people!

"Unbelievable," Stella muttered under her breath. "Julia, when we get home, you're walking through the fireplace again for luck!"

silent, but the tension in her posture

another direction, but the Kensingtons had

the marble floor, her voice ringing out. "Mack, isn't that the wretched woman

her." Madeline seethed. "So I can't even have

clan

so unjustly, and look at her! Five years in prison and she walks free, waltzing into fancy

hadn't protected her back then, she

"My son's death can't be wiped away just because you spent

toward them, "I'll get justice for Dad. One

approach, knowing he meant trouble. She

him, her tone steely. "Touch her, and

like a mother hen guarding her

ran through

hung her head, trembling uncontrollably. Mack looked so much like his father -especially now, with

mind. She

Mom. I'm right here." Just then, a waiter pushed a cart past, steam

on the soup, and he gave a

warning, he snatched up the bowl and