Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"What's your reason?"

"Didn't Stewart already tell you?" Garry let out a low, mocking laugh. "That son you gave birth to all those years ago-he didn't die."

Briony's breath caught. "How do you know that?"

"Because I was the one who bribed the doctor back then. I had a stillborn

switched for your son."

Briony froze, stunned.

"Garry, you have no proof. Why should I believe a word you say?"

Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to appear calm, refusing to let Garry see her panic. "You and Stewart both claim my son's alive, but neither of you have shown me so much as a single photo or video. Do you really think I'm that gullible?"

"Of course Stewart won't let you see him." Garry sneered. "Because the boy is with me. And if I don't want to give him back, what exactly do you think you can do about it?"

Briony pressed her lips together.

"He cares about you even more than I expected," Garry went on. "He's terrified you'll find out the boy is with me, afraid I'll use him to threaten you-force you to marry me. And to be honest, that's precisely what I intend. So, Ms. Kensington, are you willing to marry me for the sake of your son?"

you and Stewart are already divorced, and polygamy is legal in Westenmar. Think it over,

in check. "Garry, whatever's going on

innocent," Garry said, his tone growing more petulant. "But that doesn't mean

almost gleeful in his malice. "If Stewart hadn't stolen Randolph's son all those years ago, I wouldn't

raced. Garry knew Randolph

Stewart

I only learned from Stewart recently that

and cold. "All you need to

I'd

in the end, it all came down to

her own child had been stolen

of heartbreaking separation-all

struggling to

her child have to suffer

was a treasure to them all, but what had her little boy

Stewart and Garry were

with their