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."

two-half-brothers-both crossed my path

in the quiet room. Mr. Hoffman

breath. "I'll go back to Ferdinand myself. Mr. Hoffman, please... keep Stewart from coming after

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

truly known what a

Briony's life-her lot, her burden.

to her children, then she would end

was life-nothing

how to live freely, she would

she wanted her children to live in peace- healthy

Stewart was preparing

insisted on seeing

he left, Stewart went to see Briony one last

pushed open the door and stepped

At the sound of his footsteps, she