Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony pounded both fists against the heavy iron gates, her cries echoing into the empty night.

No matter how loud she screamed, nobody came to unlock the door for her.

This was the truth.

This was the reality behind Stewart and Lorna taking her son away...

Darkness pressed down from above, thick and suffocating.

The wind was rising-an omen of the storm to come.

Still, Briony refused to leave. She remained outside the gates, stubborn and unmoving.

Upstairs in the study, Lorna knocked softly before entering.

Stewart sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the security footage on his screen. He could see Briony still outside, bracing herself against the coming storm, showing no sign of backing down.

"Maybe we should let Carol talk to her?" Lorna suggested.

"No." Stewart's voice was rough, tired. "She needs to see things as they are. That's the only way she'll let go."

Lorna sighed. "But her nerves are already stretched to the breaking point... Do we really have to do this?"

Stewart closed his eyes. "We don't have time to do it any other way, do we?"

Lorna pressed her lips together.

was right. Time was

there really wasn't

rain beating against the tall windows in

an instant, the downpour was upon

soaked through, hair and clothes plastered to her skin,

end, it was Carol who came out with an umbrella, trying to coax her

please, can't you help

drawn face, her own heart twisting. Still, she forced herself to keep

for Mr. Wentworth now. There's nothing I can do.

you see the way they're treating my

softened, her voice tinged with helplessness. "Mario's a good kid, Ms. Kensington. Everyone has their own way of raising children. I know it's hard for you to accept how Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth do things, but when Mario grows up, when you see

her head, her voice trembling. "That's not it. Stewart doesn't care about Mario's feelings at all. He just

of people who'd give anything for their child to be the Wentworth heir." Carol shoved the umbrella into Briony's hands. "Please, just

door and hurried back inside through the

clutched the umbrella, her

Even Carol had changed...

Why?

understand. She had no idea how to get her son out of

raged on. Briony stayed outside, soaked and shivering,

Carol who called

trembling uncontrollably, lips

saw him, relief flooded her

tossed aside the umbrella

his arm.