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 very

echoing softly in the quiet room. Mr.

so be it." She drew a shaky breath. "I'll go back to Ferdinand

I want him to see his duty through to the end. When it's all over, I hope he'll

poor children had never truly known what a whole

lot, her burden. And she was

a threat to her children, then she would end it

life-nothing more, nothing

freely, she would at least

she was gone, she wanted her children to

Stewart was preparing

seeing him off

to see Briony one

pushed open the door and stepped

the bed. At the sound of his