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

Briony replied. "Mary, 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

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

felt a headache

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

it. I didn't expect to get caught

temples, trying to collect

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,

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

her in

she once knew

claimed she didn't

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

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