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!"

but the

considered steering Julia in another direction, but the Kensingtons had already

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

at Julia, eyes brimming with hatred. "Yes, Grandma. It's her." Madeline seethed. "So I can't even

clan behind her

at her! Five years in prison and she walks free, waltzing into fancy hotels for lunch?

protected her back then, she would've been

death can't be wiped away just because you spent five years behind bars,

spat, stalking toward them, "I'll

Mack's approach, knowing he meant trouble.

mother," Briony said, locking eyes with him, her

who stood before Julia like a mother hen guarding her chick. "Briony, you'll soon realize-prison was the safest

chill ran

looked so much like his father -especially now, with malice darkening

mind. She clung to Briony's

"It's okay, Mom. I'm right here." Just then, a waiter pushed a cart past, steam curling up from a tureen

on the soup, and he gave a

warning, he snatched up the bowl