Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The camera captured every moment.

The director watched the footage, eyes fixed thoughtfully on Rosita, who

appeared just a little stiff on screen.

Night fell, and filming paused.

After dinner, the cameras rolled again.

The production team had set up a makeshift group competition at the town's old community stage.

The guests took turns performing, their two team coaches present in the audience.

Everyone managed to pull off their acts decently.

The applause from the villagers was thunderous and didn't die down for quite some time.

It was the locals' way of warmly welcoming the outsiders.

For each guest, this was an experience they wouldn't easily forget.

Except for one person, who felt restless, every minute dragging by like an eternity.

At last, three exhausting days and two long nights of filming came to an end.

On the fourth day, the shoot wrapped up, and the guests began to make their way home.

and Ferdinand

heading back to Northborough, they made a stop in

month, but

absent-minded, a gentle soul lost in her own world, but her

child, she would greet familiar faces politely but shrink behind

in the

now depended on Kendal

to Northborough, Briony

listened, lips pressed together in thought, before asking, "Do you think that's

that," Briony replied, "I just worry that if my mom grows more and more attached to your uncle, what if one day they have to part? I'm not sure she'd be able

you know," Ferdinand replied with a gentle smile. "Mrs. Hudson can rely

"But they're not family.

to feel

long. Does it really matter what the

verne

soft and warm "We've known each other for quite a while too, but you always keep me at arm's length, always so

a loss for

ease with Mr. Delaney," Ferdinand continued, a smile in his eyes. "He calls you Bryn, and so does Mrs. Winslow. Sometimes I wonder, when will I get to call

blinked, caught off

plane cruised high above the

Briony sat by the

head, meeting Ferdinand's

the sky was a wash of gold, the clouds