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.

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

courtesy of her husband, while the Kensingtons looked on coldly and the Hudsons pretended not to

was barely a year old when, on the strength of that single declaration, she was sent away to the countryside to be raised by

as obedient as Julia—a pawn for

for the first time. She never meant to kill

rest of the story, Briony

mother, her own tears soaking the

now, Mom. We'll be okay from here on

is. But I hope

smart and capable. When you choose a

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

in her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

next morning, Stella arrived bright

the airport. Julia didn't

Stella and Briony headed

of the airport, they drove to the hospital,

admitted to this hospital. To be cautious, Briony chose a private suite with the highest level of

shift this morning, but I'll be here with you as soon as I'm off at

surgery, but Stella was the more anxious of the two, fussing over every detail. "Just rest in your room. If you can get some sleep, all the better.

be fine. Go on, you'll

a resigned sigh, Stella turned to

door clicked

lowered her head, hands gently resting

say goodbye. I hope, little one, that

life full

Bzzz. Bzzz.

phone vibrated

It was Stewart calling.

frowned, reluctant