Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

"Mom, is your business trip really hard?" little Mario asked, his voice small and earnest.

"Woof woof!" Lucky chimed in, tail likely thumping in the background.

Briony listened, her nose stinging as a wave of emotion hit her. Her eyes reddened; tears welled up and spilled over before she could stop them.

She wiped her cheeks quickly and drew a shaky breath, trying to keep her voice light and steady for the kids. "I miss you both too, sweetheart. The trip isn't too hard—it's just the work isn't finished yet. I'll need a little more time before I can come home."

Little Nina pouted, her voice soft and tinged with disappointment. "But Mom, how long until you're back?"

Briony forced a smile into her tone. "I don't know for sure, honey, but I promise I'll come home as soon as I can."

"Mom, make sure you take care of yourself," Mario said, sounding so much older than his years. "Don't work too hard, okay?"

Briony's heart ached at his concern, and she blinked back another round of tears.

"I will, sweetheart. Don't worry, Mom will take care of herself."

Lucky, refusing to be left out, barked insistently into the phone.

you have to look after your brother and sister for

woof!" came the

could give. But she was afraid they'd hear the strain in her voice, sense that something was wrong. So after a few more minutes of gentle conversation, she told them she needed

soon as the line disconnected, Briony pressed her hands to her face, silent tears streaming down

be the mother she

Now, she might end up as

like a

her quietly, his expression

Mr. Seven will send someone to pick

"When we get there, he'll have a doctor

tears

Ferdinand saying he once treated

told you

She nodded. "Yes."

has his own medical team. He'd never trust an outside doctor. He

brow furrowed. "Then why would Ferdinand make

with Mr. Seven now, and wanted to

Ferdinand