Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony shot to her feet in the side lounge, her eyes riveted to the security monitor where little Mario's face appeared.

"How can it be..." James was just as stunned. "Little Mario?!"

Briony's eyes turned red, brimming with tears, as she stared at the boy cradled in Marlene's arms. Memories of the first time she met little Mario flashed through her mind-she'd felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a connection she couldn't

name.

She didn't need any more proof.

Right then and there, Briony was certain: little Mario was her son.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Without thinking, she turned and rushed toward the living room.

She had to find her boy.

"Ms. Kensington." The secretary stepped into her path. "You can't go in there yet." Briony frowned, looking at the woman in frustration.

James quickly got up and joined her, lowering his voice to soothe her. "Wait. Let's see what Garry is planning first."

Although she was desperate, Briony knew the truth-this was Garry's territory. If he didn't give his consent, getting her son back wouldn't be so simple.

She forced herself to sit back down next to James, trying to rein in her anxiety.

On the monitor, at that moment, Stewart reached out and took little Mario into his

arms.

Mario didn't resist. In fact, once Stewart was holding him, the boy reached up and

far from the living room. Briony could just make out

"Daddy."

Briony froze.

had called Stewart "Daddy"-and had done so

Mario and Stewart already

Briony was

come back looking for her long ago, but she

brother, yet he was so

speech had

of it cut

little Mario. She owed him more than she

living room was fraught

for one, was not happy about little Mario

after all. He'd done everything to keep him alive, spent more money than he could count, and yet with just one visit, Stewart had

Garry didn't realize was that ever since

he'd been paying

attention to the boy.

secretly investigate, but kept things