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!"

pressed her lips together, silent, but the tension in her posture

another direction, but the

mother, Madeline Kensington, slammed her cane against the marble floor, her voice ringing out. "Mack, isn't that the

with hatred. "Yes, Grandma. It's her." Madeline seethed. "So I

clan behind her chimed in,

look at her! Five years in prison and she

back then, she would've

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

toward them, "I'll get justice for Dad. One way

knowing he meant trouble. She stepped in front of Julia,

carefully. This is your mother," Briony said, locking eyes with him, her tone steely. "Touch

Julia like a mother hen guarding her chick. "Briony, you'll soon realize-prison

chill ran through

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

beatings flashed through Julia's mind. She clung to Briony's

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

gave a twisted

he snatched up the bowl and hurled it at