Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 502

“But anyone who’s been through domestic abuse knows—it never stops at just one incident. It always happens again. He hit me several more times. Eventually, I realized I couldn’t go on like this. So, I secretly installed cameras around the house. When our child was seven months old, he beat me so badly my ribs were broken and I had to be rushed to the hospital. That time, between the medical report and the footage from the cameras, I finally had what I needed to break free.”

Briony pressed her lips together, pausing for a moment before she spoke. “Being a mother should be your strength, not your weakness.”

Karen froze.

“Your ex-husband is intentionally hiding your child, and from the way you talk about him, it’s clear he’s a violent man. It’s possible he could hurt your child just to lash out. That means you need to find your child as soon as possible.”

“But I…” Karen’s voice trembled. Regret welled up in her eyes. “I don’t even know where to start. I called the police, but there’s still no news.”

“If you trust me, I can help.”

“You’ll help me?” Karen stared at Briony, disbelief written all over her face. “Why would you do that?”

“I have my reasons, of course.”

Briony pulled a contract from her bag. “You were once one of the most popular action actresses in Riverview. After your marriage, you suffered abuse, and after your divorce, your son was taken by your ex-husband and hidden away. In other words, your story is already in the spotlight. I’m producing a documentary for the Women’s Coalition, focusing on mothers like you who feel helpless. When it’s released, it should attract public attention.”

Karen looked at Briony. “Will it even help? I’ve joined some support groups… but there are women in the Women’s Coalition who’ve been searching for their kids for years and still haven’t found them…”

“That’s because no one’s really paying attention to these families.” Briony slid the contract across the table. “Take a couple of days to think it over. Let me know if you decide to join.”

Karen stared at the contract, her expression conflicted.

Briony stood up. “I’ve already paid the bill. Ms. Smith, call me anytime if you make a decision.”

…

Briony returned to her studio just after four-thirty in the afternoon.

Her phone rang. It was Crystal.

Crystal had been keeping an eye on little Nina at Southcreek Manor these past two days, always quietly staying nearby.