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."

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

interrupted, pulling his wife aside. "Don't you think Bryn is worried

Gwendolyn protested. "Have you seen the kind of women Stewart's been with before? I just

but he'd never let his own

Gwendolyn shot Carney a glare, then turned

out at the empty

his head and followed

and Mario were suddenly boxed in by three unmarked

was secluded-just the sort of

Lorna twisted around to the backseat. "Mario, I need to talk to those men

Mario nodded solemnly.

the volume, then

black stepped out

Lorna sized them up and smirked.

"Is that Mr. Wentworth's son

right." Lorna's smile was mocking. "What

"Hand the kid over."

jump and I'm supposed to ask how high?" She laughed. "I'd lose all

for

take her seriously at all. The

She pulled a hairpin from her

like lightning-the pin

on their hands and legs, and in secondel

them were

ground, groaning in pain.

down, Lorna

with

tell

to