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!"

the tension in her

another direction, but

slammed her cane against the marble floor, her voice ringing out. "Mack, isn't that the wretched woman who killed your

Julia, eyes brimming with hatred. "Yes, Grandma. It's her." Madeline seethed. "So

Kensington clan behind her

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

Briony hadn't protected her back then, she would've been

"My son's death can't be wiped away

"I'll get justice for

approach, knowing he meant trouble. She stepped in front

eyes with him, her tone steely. "Touch her, and you'll have to

a mother hen guarding her chick. "Briony, you'll soon realize-prison was

ran through

much like his

through Julia's mind.

her mother's panic and murmured, "It's okay, Mom. I'm right here." Just then, a waiter pushed a cart past, steam curling up from a tureen

gaze fixed on the soup, and he gave a twisted smile. “Let's

he snatched up the