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

you've fought hard for everything you've achieved. But today, you're willing to gamble your entire career for what you call love. Whether as your boss or as your friend,

I found out I was carrying Ferdinand's

a

baby, you could've just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed

thought I could handle it. I didn't expect to get

her temples, trying

were genuinely in love, I wouldn't say another word. But this was just a mistake between you-one you even signed a three-year contract over.

a bitter smile. "I'm not asking for much. I just want a child

studied her in

sharp, ambitious young woman she once knew

claimed she

see she was still holding out hope for Ferdinand. At the same time, she was afraid of losing

to bet on someone who'd lost