Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Mr. Hoffman let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle. "Ms. Kensington, when did you find out that Blair was actually Mr. Wentworth's?"

"Not long ago," Briony replied, anxiety flickering in her eyes. "Mr. Hoffman, has Stewart gone to find Ferdinand?"

"He meant to," Mr. Hoffman answered, his tone candid. "But he hasn't left yet. There are some things he needs to take care of first. Once he's finished, he'll go."

His honesty was disarming, and Briony understood immediately.

"You want me to stop him, don't you?"

Mr. Hoffman regarded the woman before him, a hint of admiration in his gaze. "Ms. Kensington, it's no wonder Mr. Seven holds you in such high esteem. You're smart-and remarkably composed."

"If I had a choice," Briony murmured, her eyes growing misty, "I wish I'd never met any of them."

Her voice trembled as she continued. "That night, after I left the police station, I saved Ferdinand by chance. On my way home, lost in thought, I crossed the street at a red light and Stewart's car clipped me. He took me to the hospital. While we were there, he offered me his card and talked about compensation. I saw he was a lawyer, and I thought maybe we could work together... make a deal."

Mr. Hoffman sighed, a deep, knowing sound. "Maybe it's just fate."

my path that

in the quiet room. Mr. Hoffman

is my fate, then so be it." She drew a shaky breath. "I'll go back to Ferdinand myself. Mr. Hoffman, please... keep Stewart

people because of me. I want him to see his duty through to the end. When it's

known what a whole family

lot, her burden. And she

meant a threat to her children, then she

was life-nothing more, nothing

choose how to live freely, she would at

after she was gone, she wanted her children to

Stewart was

seeing him

went to see Briony one last

the door

At the sound of his footsteps,