Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Gina grinned. “No worries, Ms. Kensington. Just go take care of your business- I've got everything under control here!"

Briony nodded, then glanced over at Julia.

Julia was sitting up in bed, watching her. She lifted a hand and waved her off. "Go on, now. And drive safe."

"Alright." Briony flashed a bright, reassuring smile before turning to leave.

As the hospital room door closed behind her, Julia's smile faded, her lips pressing together in a soft sigh.

...

Briony left the hospital and headed straight for the Kensington estate.

She hadn't set foot in that house since Malcolm's death.

Over the years, she'd heard plenty of rumors: after Malcolm passed away, the Kensington Group's business had gone downhill year after year. Mack simply wasn't cut out for the corporate world. Word was, every project the Kensington Group had invested in recently had crashed and burned.

Right now, the Kensingtons were strapped for cash-and that was her greatest leverage in today's negotiation.

long as her offer was tempting enough, she

white BMW rolled to a stop outside the stately

“Can I help you? Who are you here to

"Briony," she replied simply.

of her name, the guard's expression shifted instantly-now openly disdainful. "Oh, it's you. Mrs. Kensington left instructions:

expected

of the car, and closed the door

had already

open, and a small crowd emerged, led by Madeline and

Briony walked forward.

yet ten in the morning, but the sky was already a dull, oppressive gray- a sure sign the weather wouldn't be kind. She'd checked the forecast before

wore a long cream-colored down coat, her black hair falling loose around her shoulders, hands tucked into her pockets, half her face hidden behind a thick scarf. Her eyes—calm,

entrance, the Kensingtons stood a few steps above her,

paces from the steps, her gaze coolly sweeping over each

was family by blood-yet every one of them had tried their hardest to ruin

was like staring at a row of emotionless