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

that now," 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 your boss or as your friend,

voice 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 was just

felt a

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

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

temples, trying to collect her

you even signed a three-year contract over. You know what that is? It's a transaction, plain and simple. What good can come of it

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

her

sharp, ambitious young woman she once knew was gone, lost

she

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

about to bet on someone who'd lost her