Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

From the very first time she met Crystal, Lorna had sensed that Crystal knew how to fight.

She also understood that Crystal wasn't just Briony's assistant-she was really a bodyguard, handpicked to protect the child, just disguised under a different title.

Ironically, Crystal's presence had made Lorna reassess Briony. Up until recently, she'd always thought Briony was too soft, that Stewart's schemes were far more than Briony could handle. But now, Briony's recent actions had genuinely surprised her.

Stewart's plan had finally come to fruition.

With things as they were, maybe Stewart could finally leave with some peace of mind.

As Carol was about to leave, Lorna called her back.

"If Briony asks about me," Lorna instructed, "tell her I betrayed Stewart and sided with Barrie. Say Stewart was devastated and went abroad to clear his head, and that the child is staying with her for now. When Stewart returns, he'll come and pick him up."

Carol nodded. "Alright, I'll remember."

...

After Carol left, Lorna returned to her guest room and started packing. She chose only the most expensive jewelry and designer handbags. If she was going to put on a show, she'd do it right.

Dragging two large suitcases behind her, Lorna stepped out into the hallway.

Cedric Clarke was waiting for her by the door.

Their eyes met, Cedric's expression grim. "Even when you're with Barrie, you need to be careful."

Lorna gave a relaxed smile. "Don't worry. I'm not like Stewart. I grew up running with mercenaries. Dealing with those madmen is what I do best."

face was still clouded with

on, don't look at me like that. In our

muster a smile. "It's just... I'm worried about

yet. He's not going to

nodded, then asked, "Any news from Dr. Riley's

brother hasn't contacted me, so I'm guessing there's still no

was, not enough time had passed. Even if the experiment succeeded, Stewart might

the bridge of his nose.

here during the or my

day, but

go

you leave, have Carl take your place watching

been pestering

a nightmare,

to pretend I'm

bags. After

won't be back at Southcreek Manor for a

replied, studying her

lived in different worlds, and there was nothing he could do to help her. Still, the thought

cozy up

of their plan... it stung his

Clarke," Lorna called him back, "don't look at me with those

blinked, caught off