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 disappointed in

"Mary, you've fought hard for everything you've achieved. But today, you're willing to gamble your entire

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

felt a headache

baby, you could've just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed it, putting me, Starlight Entertainment, and the whole

handle it. I didn't

her temples, trying to

and 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 can

"I'm not asking for much. I just

studied her in

ambitious young woman she once knew was gone, lost in the

she

time, she

to bet on someone who'd lost her