Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony drove straight back to Pearbrook Mansion from the hospital.

Maynard's car was already parked in the driveway.

She stepped into the house.

Marlene came out to greet her. "Mr. Maynard's upstairs, trying to get Lori to sleep!"

Briony paused. "When did he get here?"

"He arrived around noon."

"He's been here all afternoon?"

Marlene beamed, a fond, almost motherly smile on her face. "He's been learning how to be a good dad all day! We all know he's not Lori's biological father, but anyone can see how much he adores her."

Briony pressed her lips together, then asked, "Where are the twins?"

"They're playing in the back garden. Crystal's out there with them."

Crystal had recently taken some time off to visit her hometown when her father fell ill. Once he recovered last week, she returned to Northborough.

her son and daughter. She hugged them tight, showering them with kisses until

Then she went upstairs.

beside the master bedroom had been made

was the definition of an angelic baby: eat, sleep, repeat, never fussing,

doted on

slept, Maynard quietly snapped a few photos of

holding up his phone, capturing the moment. The

the

gently closed it behind her and walked over to the crib, gazing down at the peacefully

has she been

he'd just taken. "Look at that little face—so perfect! When she grows up, we're going to have

Maynard,

already

easily. "Sure,

and Maynard sat across from each

family give you

Maynard admitted, tapping his back with a rueful grin. "Grandpa even

her head.

her gaze, teasing, "Briony, are you actually worried about