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

for everything you've achieved. But today, you're willing to gamble

found out I was carrying Ferdinand's child, I couldn't convince myself it was

felt a headache

just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed it, putting me, Starlight Entertainment, and the whole team on

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

her temples, trying

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

much. I just want a

studied her in

young woman she once knew was gone,

she didn't

out hope for Ferdinand. At the same time, she was afraid of losing everything,

about to bet on