Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Mary's penthouse suite occupied the very top floor of the hotel, a sanctuary of privacy and quiet.

At Briony's knock, the door swung open almost immediately.

Mary stood there in a beige dress, her delicate features bare of makeup, lips pale as if the color had drained from them.

"Briony, thank you for coming," Mary's voice trembled on the edge of tears.

Briony, with a woman's intuition, saw right away that Mary was in a bad place.

She stepped inside, and Mary closed the door quietly behind her.

"Briony, can I get you something to drink? There's coffee, tea, juice-"

"Mary, I didn't come here to catch up," Briony interrupted, fixing her with a steady gaze. "Just say what you want to say."

Mary looked at her, eyes shining with unshed tears.

are you disappointed

you're willing to

was carrying Ferdinand's child, I couldn't convince myself it was just an accident. This baby must have come into

felt a headache

if you're sure about keeping the baby, you could've just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed it, putting me, Starlight Entertainment, and the whole team on

I didn't expect to get

temples, trying to collect

you and Ferdinand were genuinely in love, I wouldn't say another word. But this was just a mistake between you-one you even

for much. I

studied her

she once knew was gone, lost in the

claimed she

Ferdinand. At the same time, she was afraid

Briony wasn't about to bet on someone who'd lost her