Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Julia frowned and shot her daughter a playful glare. "Come on, I'm just your mother—what secrets could I possibly keep from you?"

But Briony still looked uneasy. "Mom, if there's ever anything you want to tell me, promise you won't just keep it to yourself, okay?"

Julia reached over and squeezed her hand. "Sweetheart, I'm fine. And if there ever was something important, you'd be the very first to know, I promise."

She smiled, her eyes softening. "Honestly, Bryn, the thing I'm most proud of in this life is having you as my daughter. I know I wasn't able to give you everything you deserved, sending you to the countryside to live with your grandfather when you were just a little girl. But your grandpa raised you well, and you've grown up into someone wonderful."

"Mom, please don't say that." Briony's brow creased with concern. "You didn't have a choice. Even though you had to send me away, you still came to visit me every month, sneaking around behind the Kensingtons' backs. I know you always cared about me."

Julia reached up to gently smooth Briony's hair. "All I want is for you to be happy, Bryn. No matter what you decide to do, I'll always be here, supporting you."

Briony glanced at her mother, an unshakable sense of unease lingering in her chest.

clasping Julia's hand tightly

right? You could fill the whole place with flowers, and we could build a little fish pond, maybe

to her daughter's words, and she could almost see that peaceful, beautiful future unfolding before

dreams. So she just nodded, smiling warmly. "You're such a good girl, Bryn.

her mother. The uneasy feeling

in and wrapped her arms around her mother, resting her cheek on Julia's shoulder. “Mom, just

her tone gently teasing. "What's gotten into you?

your child even when I'm eighty!" Briony replied, her voice suddenly playful. "You have to live

their reflection-mother and daughter, arms wrapped around

laugh bubbled up as she squeezed Briony tighter. "Alright, for you, I'll do my best to make

Briony's heart started to ebb away. She closed her

might seem like children depend on their mothers, but really, it's a mother who draws endless strength from her child. The love a child gives is the most healing, comforting