Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Have you heard of Irwin?" Rosita asked, her voice as innocent as ever. "He's the son Stewart and I had five years ago. Back then, my career was taking off, and Stewart didn't want me to lose momentum because of a baby-so this was the solution we came up with."

She looked at Ms. Hudson, wide-eyed and guileless. "Ms. Hudson, you've really misunderstood me. I'm not the other woman. Stewart and I grew up together— we've loved each other for years. Your daughter? She's not the wife, not really. She's just someone we asked to raise our child for us. Nothing more than a caretaker."

Julia stared at Rosita, eyes wide in disbelief.

"This can't be..." Julia shook her head, her voice trembling. "I don't believe you. Bryn would never be that foolish! If she was just taking care of your child, then why would she..."

Why would she let herself get pregnant?

Her Bryn couldn't be that naïve.

Clutching her aching chest, Julia struggled to breathe. “No. I don't believe it. I need to go home and talk to Bryn..."

She turned and stumbled toward the door.

"Ms. Hudson." Rosita darted forward and caught Julia's arm. "Don't rush off just yet. There's something else you should know."

on tight, leaning in to whisper in

Julia froze mid-struggle.

in horror. "Let me introduce myself properly. My name is

had been struck by

as she pointed

and one more thing." Rosita unlocked her phone and pulled up a video-the one from yesterday, showing Briony kneeling at the

heard Ms. Kensington went to beg the family just to pay for your treatment-let herself be humiliated for your sake. Even as an

gaze drifted to the phone, where the video played: Briony forced to her knees by Mack, her

apart. She couldn't watch

Stewart returned from his

gift basket on the table, frowned, and turned to

lounging on the sofa, looked up at

pretty upset. I tried to explain things between you and Ms. Kensington, but

and said