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

Mary's 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 headache coming

just told me. Instead, you waited

I could handle it. I

trying

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

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

studied her in

she once knew was gone, lost in the haze of

claimed she didn't

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

bet on someone