Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 95

Briony had a dream.

In it, she was sharing a holiday dinner with her mother.

Her mother smiled and praised her cooking.

Briony laughed, but tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Mom..."

Sprawled across the big bed, Briony's brow furrowed as her tears soaked the pillow beneath her.

She murmured restlessly, clutching the front of her nightshirt in pain, her suffering almost unbearable.

In her dream, her mother said she was tired, and from now on, Briony would have to walk her own path alone.

Briony begged her not to leave, but her mother only faded away into the mist that drifted across the river. No matter how desperately Briony called, she never appeared again.

"Mom!"

Briony jolted awake.

For a moment, as she stared up at the familiar ceiling, the world felt strange and distant.

"Mommy!"

At the foot of the bed, Irwin abandoned his toys and scrambled over to her side.

you have a

looked at him, her mind slowly clearing

This was Southcreek Manor.

how had she

her hands against the mattress, pushing herself upright, and rubbed her aching

down to the river, maybe even climbed over the

that was

her damp cheek. "You were crying in your

Briony gazed at him.

eyes was

was something in the set of his brows that reminded her

a wave of rejection-almost

hand away, threw off the covers, and swung

dizziness washed over

couldn't stand to

of the master

"Mommy!"

her hand. “Are you

pulling her hand free, her voice cold. "Irwin, don't call me Mommy

Irwin froze.

didn't spare him another glance and headed for the

she reached the ground floor, she nearly collided with

with

up at Irwin,