Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James pressed his lips together, his expression grave as he gave a heavy nod.

Briony's knife slipped from her hand and clattered onto the cutting board.

"Careful!" James rushed forward and pulled her out of harm's way.

The sudden commotion startled Gwendolyn White, who quickly turned off the stove and spun around to look at Briony.

Seeing Briony's stricken face, Gwendolyn frowned. "What's wrong?"

Briony's complexion was ashen, her eyes rimmed red.

Rosita had killed her son.

And what had she just done?

She had just held that child in her arms...

Briony closed her eyes, trying to steady her emotions. "Have Garry take the boy and leave. Right now."

She knew the child was innocent.

But his mother was the one who had killed her son.

Gwendolyn steadied Briony and called out to James, "Why are you standing there? Go, now!"

James let out a weary sigh and walked out of the kitchen-nearly colliding with Garry in the hallway.

to step inside when James stopped him with an outstretched arm.

Mario is your son with Rosita. She'll never forgive Rosita. If you have any decency left, take your boy and leave.

"Mario is my son, but Rosita isn't his

snorted. "Don't try to fool us. You've been with Rosita for four years. The tabloids have been full of stories about her giving you a son. And now you expect us to

delivered Irwin. She had to have a hysterectomy. She's

James froze.

Rosita can't have children?

died in childbirth," Garry said, glancing past James toward the kitchen. "I married Rosita so Mario

spoke loudly enough that Briony and Gwendolyn could

a moment, both women stood in

Briony's hand. "As long as he isn't Rosita's

pressed her lips

affection for Garry, but little

mother herself, Briony just couldn't

respect for Carney, she felt it wasn't her place to force

bottle of whiskey and invited Garry to join him

Garry had a driver and Carney was insistent, he didn't

Mario sat side by side in

divided up their food into child-sized bowls and tied on

to eat on her own since she was a year old, and by now, at age four, she was

on the other hand, was more delicate; Carol had

spear a piece of beef with her fork and pop it into her mouth, he stared, wide-eyed, a

were all healthy, and she chewed confidently-bite of

couldn't take his eyes

and smiled gently at him. "Look at how