Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 591

Mary's penthouse suite occupied the very top floor of the hotel, a sanctuary of privacy and quiet.

At Briony's knock, the door swung open almost immediately.

Mary stood there in a beige dress, her delicate features bare of makeup, lips pale as if the color had drained from them.

"Briony, thank you for coming," Mary's voice trembled on the edge of tears.

Briony, with a woman's intuition, saw right away that Mary was in a bad place.

She stepped inside, and Mary closed the door quietly behind her.

"Briony, can I get you something to drink? There's coffee, tea, juice-"

"Mary, I didn't come here to catch up," Briony interrupted, fixing her with a steady gaze. "Just say what you want to say."

Mary looked at her, eyes shining with unshed tears.

are you disappointed

no point asking that now," Briony replied. "Mary, you've fought hard for everything you've achieved. But today, you're willing to gamble

"Briony, I can't control myself. When I found out I was carrying Ferdinand's child, I couldn't convince myself it was just an

felt a headache

just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed it, putting me,

thought I could handle it. I didn't expect to get

her temples, trying to collect

mistake between you-one you even

"I'm not asking for much. I

studied her

ambitious young woman she once knew

claimed she didn't

hope for Ferdinand. At the same time, she was afraid of losing everything,

wasn't about to bet on someone who'd

once been willing to help Mary, to give her special opportunities, because she saw a fighter in her a