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.

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 find

doing, and he felt deeply moved on Stewart's behalf. "Thank

grow up with regrets," Briony

wiping at his eyes, and

...

to the living room, the two little ones were playing quietly in

finished making tea and was waiting

down in the

her a steaming cup. "Do you think giving

had already explained 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

said, lifting her cup for a

at Little Mario, who was playing with Nina. He hesitated, then said in a low voice, "Little Mario's started warming

smiled. "He's a lot braver than when we first met

He really is a

the way, the

teacup halfway to her lips. "When

broke

a news app. "Look at this-while we've been away this week, Northborough's been

scrolled through the stories, taking

shaking his head. "Fred really is the black sheep of the family Give a greedy fool like him a fortune,

the phone back, staying silent. But deep down,