Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 95

Briony had a dream.

In it, she was sharing a holiday dinner with her mother.

Her mother smiled and praised her cooking.

Briony laughed, but tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Mom..."

Sprawled across the big bed, Briony's brow furrowed as her tears soaked the pillow beneath her.

She murmured restlessly, clutching the front of her nightshirt in pain, her suffering almost unbearable.

In her dream, her mother said she was tired, and from now on, Briony would have to walk her own path alone.

Briony begged her not to leave, but her mother only faded away into the mist that drifted across the river. No matter how desperately Briony called, she never appeared again.

"Mom!"

Briony jolted awake.

For a moment, as she stared up at the familiar ceiling, the world felt strange and distant.

"Mommy!"

At the foot of the bed, Irwin abandoned his toys and scrambled over to her side.

a bad dream,

looked at him, her mind slowly clearing from the

This was Southcreek Manor.

she ended

her hands against the mattress, pushing herself upright, and rubbed

barely recall-she'd gone down to the river, maybe even climbed over

that was

Irwin reached up and touched her damp cheek. "You were crying in your sleep,

Briony gazed at him.

his young eyes was genuine, impossible

worry, there was something in the set of his

Rosita, a wave of rejection-almost revulsion-rose in Briony's

she brushed Irwin's hand away, threw off the covers, and swung her legs

she stood, dizziness washed over her;

to stay

herself, Briony shuffled out of the master

"Mommy!"

after her, grabbing her

free, her voice cold. "Irwin, don't call

Irwin froze.

glance and headed

she reached the ground floor, she nearly collided

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