Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony knew right away-those weren't books. They had to be urgent documents the company needed Stewart to sign.

So, Stewart was working from home now.

"Once Daddy finishes his work, he'll come play with me and little Mario. He draws with us, and sometimes we play board games together. Oh, and Daddy teaches us how to write, too! Mommy, he writes your name so beautifully!"

Briony paused, her heart tightening.

"But," Little Nina's voice dropped a bit, "I think Daddy might be sick."

Briony lowered her gaze, looking her daughter in the eyes. "How do you know that, sweetheart?"

"He coughs a lot, and I noticed these little marks on the back of his hand-like he got poked with a needle. When I asked what they were, Daddy said they were mosquito bites." Little Nina pouted, crossing her arms. "Hmph, Daddy's not telling the truth. He still thinks I'm a little kid who'll believe anything!"

Briony's expression grew complicated.

It certainly seemed like Stewart's health was in trouble.

But clearly, Stewart didn't want anyone to know.

And honestly, it wasn't the sort of thing that should get out. Not with how shaky things were at The Wentworth Group. If word spread that Stewart was sick, he'd be surrounded by enemies before he could blink.

"Mom?" Little Nina tilted her chin, gazing up at Briony with wide, searching eyes. "Why did you and Daddy fight and split up?"

Children are always children-especially one as sharp and curious as Little Nina. She was innocent, but nobody's fool.

She couldn't grasp the tangled world of adults, but she could see plain as day that Daddy cared about Mommy.

She could also sense that Mommy didn't want anything to do with Daddy.

Briony didn't answer her daughter's question.

Nina into her arms, her voice gentle and warm. "Little Nina, you just need to remember this: Even if Daddy and I aren't together anymore, we both love you and little Mario just

blinked. "I know, Mommy. I love both you and Daddy, but... I love Mommy the

tweaked her soft little earlobe. "I

Daddy looks at me and little Mario, he just sort of stares off into space. He looks

and sighed, helpless.

Little Nina squeezed her eyes shut. "Mommy, can I sing

in Briony's chest. "Of course. Tonight, you get to

in."

"Yay!"

nightlight, plunging the room

sweet, gentle voice carried through the room as

days later, the Wentworth Group's annual

off at preschool, Briony drove straight to the

arrived at

copy

certifica

the front

reception notice

executive office.

hadn't been decided yet. For now,

minutes, someone came to escort

with a respectful nod. “Ms. Kensington, I'll take

nodded politely and followed

behind them, and the car began its

side by side,

her thoughts, then finally