Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Even though she knew the real reason, she still pretended to be in the dark.

"So you're planning to give me custody of Mario?"

"Yes." Stewart's tone was earnest. "I'm moving out from the Wentworth family registry, and in a little while, I'll be relocating overseas."

Briony fixed her gaze on him. "You went through so much trouble to win custody of your son, and now you're giving it up so easily?"

"That was because The Wentworth Group needed an heir." Stewart's expression was steady, betraying nothing. "Now that neither the company nor the family has anything to do with me, I'm heading abroad to start a new business. The early days will be hectic and unpredictable. If Mario comes with me, I won't be able to give him the attention he deserves."

His explanation made perfect sense.

Briony studied the man before her, thinking to herself how convincing his lies could be.

She asked, "Have you discussed this with Mario?"

Stewart's Adam's apple bobbed. "Not yet."

"Mario really depends on you right now. While you've been away these past few days, he's even called out for you in his sleep."

Stewart froze.

Briony went on, "Stewart, I'm grateful you'd give Mario to me, but he's used to being with you. I hope you'll consider his feelings, too."

A sharp pain twisted in Stewart's chest.

If only the real reason for giving up custody was just an international move.

But that was just a lie.

didn't have

he had to

"Bryn, he's still young-his attachment to me will fade with time. And staying with you and little Nina will be much better for his development." Briony regarded him in silence for a moment before replying,

Smith agreed to take part in

who recorded every step of the search for

the child had been found,

and the officers accompanied Karen as they drove through the night to

on the road, they arrived at

raining steadily, the sky

door of

she could make sense of who

cameras jostling, capturing the chaos in

are burglars in the house! Gallagher!

scene quickly descended into

before, was

the child

just one week, Karen could hardly recognize

He'd been abused.

his lip split and crusted with blood, an arm crudely bound to his chest with an old

eyes instantly

her son in her arms, then handed him to the officer Suddenly, she spun around and dashed into the kitchen, grabbed a carving knife, and charged toward Gallagher's

it far-the crew stopped

the floor. Karen collapsed, wailing, slapping

caught

local hospital. One arm was

mercy in a

was clear her son's life wasn't in danger, Karen brought