Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"I'm hungry. Let's get lunch ready," Mary said, walking over. She glanced at Briony. "Briony, you must be hungry too. Why don't we have lunch together?"

Briony stared at her. If Mary wasn't pregnant, she'd be tempted to slap her across the face.

Her voice was icy as she fixed Mary with a glare. "So just because I insisted on ending our contract, you decided to stab me in the back?"

"Briony, everyone has their own reasons. I hope you can understand mine."

Briony let out a laugh, sharp and bitter. "You're carrying his child, and yet he's forcing himself to marry someone else. And you're just okay with that?"

Mary managed a wry smile. "If I couldn't accept it, this baby wouldn't have a chance to be born."

Briony froze for a moment.

So Ferdinand was using the baby to manipulate Mary.

"Mary, can't you see what's happening here? Ferdinand is using your love to control you. Can't you just wake up?"

"Briony, I can't decide who he wants to love. But this child is his and mine. We share something now-a child is a bond that will always tie us together. He'll always feel something for me, no matter what. It's just like you and Stewart. Even after the divorce, you two are still connected because of your kids. You may not be lovers anymore, but you're still, in some way, family."

nothing. There were no words

over her face. "I've never

her gaze, one hand resting gently on

smiled—a smile that, once lively and spirited,

ahead and yell at me, Briony. If it'll make you feel

face cold, and strode toward the garden

give it up. Ferdinand's men are

her, marching

hadn't even reached them before two tall men stepped out

of them spoke in

go back.

neither you r Mary are allowed to

sw

Briony glared at them.

expression darkened. "Please go back, or don't blame

lips together, took a steadying breath,

soon as she stepped inside, Mary rushed over and guided her to a seat at the dining table.