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."

kept dragging out the divorce-I thought he cared about you. But now, the minute it's

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

you seen the kind of women Stewart's been with before? I just don't want our Mario

he'd never let

us women!" Gwendolyn shot Carney

at the doorway, staring out at the empty road,

and

drive back, Lorna and Mario were suddenly boxed in by three

secluded-just the sort

need to talk to those men outside for

Mario nodded solemnly.

and turned up the volume, then stepped out of the car and quietly shut and locked the

stepped out of the

against the car, arms crossed, Lorna sized them up and smirked. "Daylight

that Mr. Wentworth's son in the

Lorna's smile was

"Hand the kid over."

I'm supposed to ask how high?" She laughed. "I'd lose all self-respect

blame us for what

take her seriously at all. The

narrowed. She pulled

like lightning-the

points on their hands and legs, and

them were

ground, groaning in pain.

down, Lorna tapped

with her hairpin.

tell

boss to quit