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 in

But today, you're willing to gamble your entire

control myself. When I found out I was carrying Ferdinand's child, I couldn't convince

felt a headache coming

about keeping the baby, you could've just told me. Instead, you waited until the tabloids exposed it, putting

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

rubbed her temples, trying

love, I wouldn't say another word. But this was just a mistake between you-one you even signed a three-year contract over. You know what that is? It's

asking for much. I just want a child that belongs to Ferdinand

studied her in

woman she once knew was gone, lost in the haze of

she didn't

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

bet on someone who'd lost her grip on

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