Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 628

“You should go.” Briony took a step back, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. “Stewart, Little Nina’s got real musical talent. If she’s ever interested in learning, you can ask my godmother to find her a good teacher. And little Mario—he’s always building with Legos and solving Rubik’s cubes. He’s sharp, focused. If he wants, you should encourage him…”

“Bryn.” Stewart cut her off, his tear-filled gaze locked on her. “Don’t say these things. Don’t talk like you’re saying goodbye.”

Briony managed a faint smile. “I just want to be prepared. Just in case.”

“There is no ‘just in case.’” Stewart took her face in his hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I respect your choice, but trust me—and the whole team—we’ll keep you safe. Wait for us to bring you home.”

Briony blinked, startled, as a loud knocking sounded behind her.

“Briony, are you alright? You didn’t faint in there, did you?” Mary’s voice rang out, anxious and a little shrill. Gifford must be getting suspicious.

Stewart quickly pulled on a mask, cast Briony one last, lingering look, and with two long strides, disappeared up into the attic.

His footsteps thudded rapidly overhead.

Briony waited a moment, composing herself, before turning to open the door.

Outside, Mary stood with two other staff members—and Gifford, watching her closely.

Briony swayed unsteadily.

“Briony!” Mary rushed forward to steady her. “You look awful—are you feeling sick again?”

Briony had meant to put on a show for Gifford, but before she could act, she lowered her head and—unexpectedly—a bright drop of blood splattered to the floor.

One drop. Then another.

Crimson blood streamed suddenly from her nose, unstoppable.

“Briony!” Mary gasped, eyes wide with horror. “Oh my God, what’s happening?”

A staff member grabbed some tissues, pressing them to Briony’s nose.

But the blood soaked through instantly, faster than they could staunch it.

By the week’s end, both James and Little Nina were sporting matching dark circles under their eyes.

James’s patience was wearing thin.

While the kids played in the backyard, he pulled Lorna inside for a private talk.

“Lorna, tell me the truth—how is Bryn, really?” His tone was grim, eyes searching hers.

“I honestly don’t know,” Lorna replied, eyeing him up and down. Just one week and he already looked like a raccoon. At least he was handsome enough to survive it.

Honestly, raising kids could drive anyone insane.

James stepped forward, grabbing her arm, frustration boiling over. “You don’t know? Or you’re just afraid to tell me? Lorna, I’m warning you—tell me everything you know, or I swear, I’ll hit a woman.”

“Oh, a fight?” Lorna yawned, half-lifting her lashes to give him a lazy, mocking smile. “Fine by me—but let’s set the stakes first. If you lose, you’re mine.”

James stared, lost for words.