Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 25

After her shower, Julia slipped into fresh clothes. Briony and Stella whisked her off to a salon next.

Julia's hair had been chopped short during her time in prison, and five years later, streaks of gray had crept in. Briony asked the stylist to dye the grays black and give Julia a gentle trim, shaping her hair into something softer, more hopeful.

When they left the salon, Julia felt as if she'd been reborn.

Briony had reserved a private dining room for lunch. Just before noon, the trio arrived at The Regal Waters Hotel.

Their room was on the third floor. A waiter led the way.

As they turned a corner, a group approached from the opposite direction. At the front was an elegant older woman, her bearing regal and unmistakable. By her side walked a young man whose sharp features bore a striking resemblance to Briony.

Briony frowned. Of all places... She never imagined they'd run into the Kensingtons here.

When Julia saw them, her face drained of color and she froze mid-step.

Stella was dumbstruck too. Was the world really this small?

Ms. Hudson's first day out of prison, and she already bumped into these people!

"Unbelievable," Stella muttered under her breath. "Julia, when we get home, you're walking through the fireplace again for luck!"

her lips together, silent, but the tension

considered steering Julia in another direction, but the Kensingtons had

marble floor, her voice ringing out. "Mack, isn't that the wretched woman who killed

It's her." Madeline seethed. "So I can't even have a peaceful eightieth birthday! That vile woman

the Kensington clan behind her chimed

and look at her! Five years in prison and she walks free, waltzing into

her back then, she would've been

rage. "My son's death can't be wiped away just because you spent

Grandma," Mack spat, stalking toward them, "I'll get justice for Dad.

trouble. She stepped in front of Julia, shielding

with him, her tone steely. "Touch

Briony, who stood before Julia like a mother hen guarding her chick. "Briony, you'll

ran through

her head, trembling uncontrollably. Mack looked so much like his father -especially now, with malice

mind. She clung to

murmured, "It's okay, Mom. I'm right here." Just then, a waiter pushed a cart past,

on the soup, and he gave a twisted smile. “Let's see how you

up the