Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony understood what he was getting at. "Ms. Riley spoke to me today."

Carl hesitated, then asked, "So... you already know?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm aware of everything about Stewart's condition."

Hope flickered in Carl's eyes. "Then... would you be willing to talk to Mr. Wentworth? Maybe persuade him?"

Briony's expression remained calm. "I'm sorry."

The expectation drained from Carl's face in an instant.

But he knew—Briony had no obligation to intervene with Stewart again. And Stewart himself certainly wouldn't want her to know, much less for them to secretly come begging her for help. If Stewart ever found out, he'd probably be furious.

Suppressing his emotions, Carl gave Briony a polite nod. "Ms. Kensington, I'll be heading back then."

Briony stopped him. "Wait a moment-let me get something for you."

Carl paused, a faint glimmer of hope returning. "Of course. I'll wait."

Briony turned and walked back inside. She went to her room, retrieved a thick photo album, and handed it to Carl.

He took the album, heavy in his hands.

"This is every photo of Little Nina from birth to her first birthday," Briony explained. “There's also a flash drive inside. It has videos I recorded of her up to age three. Give them to Stewart."

Carl's eyes grew red-rimmed as he clutched the album.

no need to tell him about his illness," Briony continued quietly. "Just tell him this is a farewell gift from Little Nina. If he truly loves his child, maybe just maybe he'll

understood exactly what Briony was doing, and he felt deeply moved on Stewart's behalf. "Thank

to grow up with regrets,"

at his eyes, and headed out

...

returned to the living room, the two little ones were playing

had just finished making tea and was waiting for

in the armchair

used a pair of tongs to hand her a steaming cup.

she'd left out Lorna's explanations about Stewart and Rosita she truly didn't care anymore, and there was no

all I can," she said,

then said in a low voice, "Little Mario's started warming

braver than

is a different

added, "Oh-by the way, the Wentworth Group filed for

teacup halfway to her lips. "When did that

news broke

app. "Look at this-while we've been away this week,

taking

the Wentworth family is finished," James said; shaking his head. "Fred really is the black sheep of the family Give a greedy fool like him a fortune, and he'll burn through

phone back, staying