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.

fact, once Stewart was holding him, the

from the living room. Briony could

"Daddy."

Briony froze.

called Stewart "Daddy"-and had done so on his

and Stewart already recognized each other as

little Mario leaned into Stewart, Briony was

looking for her long ago, but

the older brother, yet he was so much smaller

speech had developed late-he'd nearly

it cut

protected little Mario. She owed him

atmosphere in the living room was fraught with

happy about little Mario

for four years, after all. He'd done everything to keep him alive, spent more money than

what Garry didn't realize was that ever since

been

attention to the boy.

investigate, but kept things discreet, not wanting