Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Gwendolyn White and Carney both knew Briony had to leave, and though their hearts felt heavy and conflicted, they understood it was something she couldn't avoid. So neither of them pressed further.

The house Briony owned here wasn't worth much by city standards, but she loved it-the old town's quiet charm suited her far more than the bustle of the city. She planned to keep the place, maybe even return to settle down once everything in her life was finally at peace. Happiness here felt simple and real.

She packed lightly-just the essentials, a few clothes and necessities. Two suitcases: one for her, one for Little Nina.

The next morning, Stewart arrived in person to take them to the airport.

When he learned James would be flying back to Northborough with them, Stewart only gave James a long, unreadable look.

Little Nina clung to James's arm, refusing to even glance at her father. Stewart pressed his lips together in silence, then looked away.

He reached for Briony's suitcase handle. "Let's go."

Briony hesitated, a faint crease between her brows, but let go. She didn't need his help, but if he wanted to play porter, she wasn't about to argue.

At the airport, Gwendolyn and Carney watched as the small group passed through security. After boarding, everyone settled into their seats.

Little Nina wouldn't leave James's side.

Briony managed to doze off.

Stewart busied himself with work on his laptop.

Four hours passed in the air.

landed in Northborough, dusk had painted the sky

The cabin doors opened.

stepped out first, carrying Little Nina, while Briony followed a few steps behind, lifting her gaze to the city beyond the terminal.

his voice low. "Irwin's already waiting

with annoyance

van pulled up

passenger seat, Briony and Crystal in

Little Nina reached for her mother. Briony took

curiosity lighting her face. "Mommy, where are we going

our

house?" Little Nina frowned, thinking. "Who

Stewart spoke up. "There's a big brother waiting for us. From now

James, brow

eyebrow, glancing at

James a

turning to his daughter.

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