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.

stayed silent. For the family's sake, she

daughter, she spent her postpartum month with broken ribs, courtesy of her husband, while

she became pregnant again, Madeline consulted a so-called spiritual advisor, who declared that Briony would 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 the Kensington family until Josiah

obedient as Julia—a pawn for another arranged

years of abuse, finally fought back for the first time. She never meant to kill

the story, Briony already

sobbing mother, her

Mom. We'll be okay from here on

But I hope you won't repeat my

you choose a husband, pick someone who truly treats you

if, by some 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: always

her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Stella arrived bright and

said she'd drive Briony to the

breakfast together, Stella and

drove to the

also admitted to this hospital. To be cautious, Briony chose a

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

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

smile. "I'll be fine. Go

sigh, Stella turned

the door clicked shut,

her head, hands gently

a few hours, we'll say goodbye. I hope, little one, that next

family—a life

Bzzz. Bzzz.

vibrated on the

It was Stewart calling.

frowned, reluctant