Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She stood up and glanced at Lorna. "Ms. Riley, would you mind waiting here for a moment? I'll go upstairs and help little Mario pack his things."

"That won't be necessary, Ms. Kensington," Lorna replied. "Stewart isn't going to restrict Mario from seeing you. If he misses you, we'll bring him over to stay for a few days. So you can leave his things here for now."

Briony nodded calmly. "Alright."

"Mario, come here," Lorna called, gesturing for the little boy.

Mario obediently walked over to her side.

Lorna ruffled his hair. "Go say goodbye to your mom, your grandparents, and your godfather."

Mario lifted his hand and waved. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Carney."

After their goodbyes, the adults stood by the door, watching as Lorna led little Mario away.

Lorna had come in Stewart's car.

She opened the back door. A child's car seat was already installed.

She lifted Mario into the seat and bent down to buckle him in securely.

Then, shutting the door, she turned to the group standing in the doorway, nodded politely, and walked around to the driver's side, got in, and started the car.

The Maybach pulled away, turned, and disappeared down the drive.

Gwendolyn White waited until the car had vanished from sight before turning to Briony.

"This Ms. Riley seems awfully close to Stewart, doesn't she? And Mario doesn't seem to mind her at all."

"As long as they're good to Mario, that's all that matters."

thought he cared about you. But now, the minute it's final, he's already got another woman lined up.

said enough," Carney interrupted, pulling his wife aside. "Don't you

Stewart's been with before? I just don't want our Mario getting

he'd never let

understand us women!" Gwendolyn shot Carney a glare, then turned

the empty road,

his head and followed

Mario were suddenly boxed

secluded-just the sort

Lorna twisted around to the backseat. "Mario, I need to talk to those men outside for a moment. You be good and

Mario nodded solemnly.

then stepped out

men in black stepped out of the cars, advancing

Lorna sized them up and smirked.

"Is that Mr. Wentworth's

Lorna's smile was

"Hand the kid over."

to ask how high?" She laughed. "I'd

blame us for what happens

take her

narrowed. She pulled

moved like lightning-the

and legs, and in secondel

were

ground, groaning in pain.

down, Lorna tapped

with her hairpin.

tell

to