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.

own; neither Mary nor her baby should have to

her. "Pregnancy makes dreams more

smiled, her lips curving with bittersweet understanding. "Briony, you do care

were both women who'd survived unhappy childhoods, and

but with Ferdinand... you lost yourself in

her eyes glistening with something unspoken.

resistance, a need for more persuasion -but

a good

Ferdinand,

was left now was

just about to drift

jacket slung over one arm. His white dress shirt hung open at

came toward her, sinking down on the edge of

smell of whiskey

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

what are you

glaring at him. "You're drunk. Stay away

been drinking heavily-she could tell by the glassiness in his eyes and the way

it wasn't the comforting kind

had been meant as

celebration, a pre-wedding dinneret