Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

By the time they reached Havenport, it was already midday.

The group headed straight to the hotel to check in. For convenience and safety -they'd all booked rooms on the same floor. Blair's room was right next to Briony's.

They kept lunch simple and ate at the hotel restaurant.

Halfway through the meal, Blair slipped away.

"Where's Blair?" asked Lawyer Hughes, glancing around.

"He's eating in his room," Briony replied.

Lawyer Hughes paused for a moment, then nodded as realization dawned. "Oh, right. He's still got that injury on his face-probably easier for him to eat alone."

Before they'd finished eating, Blair reappeared. Maybe it was Briony's scolding that morning, but he seemed a lot more efficient now.

As they finished their meal, rain began to fall over Havenport.

Manager Dawson, who was overseeing the project negotiations, arrived in a minivan to pick them up.

local children's home in Havenport, a place that cared for kids with special

the home

Orphanage sat halfway up a mountain, about an hour's drive from the hotel. The latter part of the journey wound up narrow mountain roads, and with the rain

was already four in the afternoon. Mist shrouded the mountainside, and the gray, rainy sky pressed low

and playful shouts echoed

young man named Garfield

in on Garfield's background. He'd inherited the role from his mother, who

thirty-five, who had autism

originally been created by

by

then led them on a tour of the orphanage, introducing them

here are all mothers of children with special needs," Garfield explained as they walked. "They volunteer their time

gathered around a table

paused her typing and looked up at Garfield. "So,

"There's one," Garfield replied.

forward. "Is she available? I'd love to speak

said, pulling out his phone. He dialed quickly. "Ms. Gill? Could you come by the meeting room? The investors