Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

By the time Briony got home, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Their new live-in housekeeper, Gina, had arrived around midday.

Gina was from the north-about Julia's age, direct, efficient, and with a knack for spotless housekeeping. But it was her cooking that really won Julia over.

Dinner that night was all Gina's doing. With nothing else to occupy her, Julia decided to lend a hand in the kitchen, hoping to pick up a few new recipes.

Julia could manage some basic dishes, but nothing too fancy. After all, she'd grown up as the cherished daughter of a wealthy family, and marrying into the Kensingtons had only reinforced a life attended by maids and butlers. Domestic chores were never expected of her.

Briony, knowing how much her mother had suffered during those five years in prison, couldn't bear to see her have to struggle with daily life now that she was finally free.

Now that Briony was in a position to help, she wanted to give her mother the best life possible.

Their apartment was conveniently close to Briony's studio, though the building itself was hardly luxurious. For now, Briony had cleared out her study to give Gina a room, but she was already planning to buy a river-view villa near the studio after the New Year.

That new place had gorgeous landscaping, spacious gardens, and a backyard perfect for Julia to grow flowers-a peaceful spot for her mother to enjoy her later years.

After dinner, Briony told Julia she'd be away on a business trip for about ten days. Julia didn't suspect a thing. She urged Briony to focus on work and assured her that having Gina around meant she'd be just fine at home.

Only then did Briony feel truly at ease.

That night, she and her mother shared a bed, lying side by side in the dark, talking quietly.

Mostly, Julia spoke while Briony listened.

The stories were old ones-painful memories from years ago. Five years behind bars had broken Julia, and now her daughter was the only person she could confide in.

Julia had grown up under the strict expectations of the Hudson family, groomed for the perfect society match. As an adult, she never really learned to assert herself. After marrying into the Kensington family, she endured her husband's affairs in silence, because her own family would never have permitted divorce.

She suffered in silence. But her patience never earned her any pity from her husband. Whatever tenderness he had was reserved for the woman outside their marriage; the violence, he saved for Julia.

For the family's sake, she gritted her teeth and

her first daughter, she spent her postpartum month with broken ribs, courtesy of her husband, while the Kensingtons looked on coldly and the Hudsons

bring misfortune to her father and brother if she stayed. Briony was barely a year old when, on the strength of that single declaration, she was sent away to the countryside to be raised by her grandfather, Josiah Kensington. She didn't return to

they expected her to be as obedient as Julia—a pawn for another arranged marriage. Briony refused, so they

of abuse, finally fought back for the first time. She never meant to kill anyone. She only found the courage to push her husband away-and he toppled from a third-floor

of the story, Briony already

mother, her

Mom. We'll be okay from here on

it is. But I hope you won't

you choose a husband, pick someone

misfortune, you choose wrong-if you love the wrong person or marry the wrong man-have the courage to walk away. Never forget this, darling:

her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "I promise, Mom. I

Stella arrived bright and

to the airport. Julia didn't suspect

together, Stella and Briony

drove to the hospital, where Briony checked

to this hospital. To be cautious, Briony chose a private

for two o'clock. I'm on shift this morning, but I'll be

the more anxious of the two, fussing over every detail. "Just rest in your room. If you can get

her a faint smile. "I'll be fine. Go on, you'll be late for

sigh, Stella turned

door clicked shut, Briony's

hands gently resting on

goodbye. I hope, little one, that next time,

family—a life

Bzzz. Bzzz.

phone vibrated on the

It was Stewart calling.

reluctant