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.

a farewell gift from Little Nina. If he truly loves his child, maybe just maybe he'll find the strength to try

doing, and he felt deeply moved on

want her to grow

his eyes, and headed out to his

...

the two little ones were playing

just finished making tea and

in

used a pair of tongs to hand her a steaming cup. "Do you think giving him Little Nina's album will make a

the situation to James on the drive back. Of course, she'd left out Lorna's explanations about Stewart and Rosita she truly didn't care anymore,

all I can," she said, lifting her cup for a

with Nina. He hesitated, then said in a low voice, "Little Mario's started

"He's a lot braver than when

really is a

paused, then added, "Oh-by the way, the Wentworth Group filed

hand stilled, teacup halfway to her lips. "When did that

news broke this

opened a news app. "Look at this-while we've been away

stories, taking a

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 it faster than anyone could

handed the phone back, staying silent.