Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 631

"I know," Mary murmured, her hand resting protectively on her belly. "But... what

if, after he's born, he isn't recognized as Ferdinand's child?"

Not Ferdinand's child?

Briony's gaze sharpened, trying to read Mary's intent. "What are you saying?"

Mary met her eyes steadily. "Briony, I've been having nightmares lately." She changed the subject so abruptly that Briony's brows knitted in concern.

"I keep dreaming I'll die in childbirth," Mary whispered, “and Ferdinand dies too." Briony pressed her lips together, silent for a moment.

She remembered when she was pregnant with the twins-how nightmares plagued her, too. The dark visions always seemed to foreshadow something awful. Later, when she delivered early and nearly bled out, the bloody chaos was eerily similar to what she'd seen in her dreams.

Maybe it was a mother's sixth sense.

Was Mary's nightmare another warning? A mother's gut instinct?

If Ferdinand died, would that mean Stewart's people had finally succeeded? That would be a good thing... for everyone else.

But what about Mary? So blameless in all of this.

Briony didn't want Mary's fate to mirror her dreams. Mary had only loved the wrong man; she wasn't lost beyond hope. And the child she was carrying-the child was entirely innocent.

crimes were his own; neither Mary nor her baby should

comfort her. "Pregnancy makes dreams more

understanding. "Briony, you do

cared. They were both women who'd survived unhappy childhoods, and Briony felt a kinship—a

I know you've been through things I can't even imagine. I misjudged you before and said some things I regret. I hope you won't hold them against me. I've always thought you were brave, but with Ferdinand... you lost yourself in him. Still, you and your baby

glistening with something unspoken. "Briony, I'll do what

need for more persuasion

a good

willing to walk away from Ferdinand,

was left now was to wait for

to

his suit jacket slung over one arm. His white dress shirt hung open at the collar, the tie loosened and the top buttons undone,

sinking down on the edge

whiskey hit her

could react, his hot palm pressed against the back of her neck, pulling her

what are

his chest, glaring at him. "You're drunk. Stay away from

in

it wasn't the comforting kind

had been meant

celebration, a pre-wedding dinneret