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.

you

to gamble your entire career for what you call love. Whether as your boss or as

broke as she choked back a sob. "Briony, I can't control myself. When I found out I was carrying Ferdinand's child, I couldn't convince myself it

a

you waited until the tabloids exposed it,

thought I could handle it. I

trying to collect

Ferdinand 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. You know what that is? It's a transaction, plain and simple. What good

not asking for much. I just want a child that belongs to

her

young woman she once knew was gone, lost

she didn't

Ferdinand. At the same time, she was afraid of losing everything, which was why she'd arranged this meeting to bargain for

about to bet on