Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 539

"There's nothing left between us," Briony said, her voice as calm and even as ever. "Whether I forgive him or not—it makes no difference to me. If he lives, the child still has a father, and that's all that matters for the child's sake. If he dies, maybe the child will feel the loss, but children grow up. Eventually, they all learn that death comes for everyone."

"Is it because of Rosita that you won't forgive him?" Lorna's tone grew urgent. "Honestly, Stewart didn't care that much about Rosita. Everything he did with her was just for show, nothing more!"

Briony turned and gazed out the window.

Lorna kept pressing on. "It wasn't a coincidence that Rosita went back home. Stewart set the whole thing up-"

"Don't." Briony cut her off, turning to meet Lorna's eyes. "I used to care about Rosita because I loved Stewart. Now I don't love Stewart anymore, so whatever happened between him and Rosita doesn't matter to me."

"But you only divorced because of her, didn't you?"

Briony frowned. "Is that what he told you?"

Lorna shook her head. “Actually, he doesn't really talk about you anymore. The only thing he ever says is that we shouldn't bother you. Coming here today was my own idea, so please don't blame him for it..."

"Lorna," Briony interrupted again, her voice quiet but steady, "did you look into my life?"

Lorna froze, caught off guard. "How... how did you know?"

"The way you look at me now-it's different," Briony replied, a faint smile curling at her lips. "So, you know about me seeing a therapist, too?"

Lorna fell silent.

me now?"

Lorna stammered, rubbing her forehead awkwardly. "It's just, I think both you and Stewart have had such a hard time. Neither of you came from a happy family. Seeing what you've both been through, I almost feel like being an orphan isn't so

else, I don't think it counts as healing at all. What I need is to rescue myself. Stewart should do the

Lorna that she would try

at the door. "If Stewart

her

clenched. "Then why not try to help

I do-Stewart isn't looking for my

her words drifting out on the warm

"is for me to come back. But I've already moved on. I'm not

cloudless blue, the sun

lingered in Lorna's mind long

with a pang

what she'd

she'd nearly tried

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trip a woman

to

turning away with quiet

by Lorna's meddling.