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

written all over her face. "I've never treated you badly. Yet just to please Ferdinand, you tricked

met her gaze, one hand

lively

yell at me, Briony. If it'll make you feel better, shout all you

away, her face cold,

it up.

her, marching toward

them before two tall men

of them spoke

go back.

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Briony glared at them.

go back, or don't

a steadying breath, and turned back

stepped inside, Mary rushed over and guided her to a seat