Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

But seeing how anxious Lucky was, snatching Little Nina's candy again and again, Briony couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt.noveldrama

Even if, to her, that suspicion seemed absurd.

Still, when it came to her children's safety, Briony would rather be overly cautious than let any wishful thinking endanger them.

She pretended to inspect the fruit candies with great care, then put them away and turned to Little Nina. "Honey, it looks like these are actually expired. Mr. Ellsworth probably made them a while ago and forgot to bring them over. They've just been sitting around too long."

"Oh?" Little Nina's face fell. "So I can't eat them?"

"That's right, sweetheart. Eating them might upset your tummy." Briony ruffled her daughter's hair and smiled gently. "Mr. Ellsworth's been busy with his new job lately, so I'm sure it just slipped his mind. If you want candy, Mommy will get you some fresh ones, okay?"

"Alright." Little Nina nodded, then glanced over to Lucky. "So that's why you wouldn't let me eat them, Lucky? You didn't want me to get a tummy ache?"

"Woof woof!" Lucky jumped up, wagging his tail so hard his whole body wiggled. "I'm sorry, Lucky! I thought you were being mean!" Little Nina threw her arms around him. “Can you forgive me?"

Lucky barked twice more and nuzzled against her, his tail still wagging.

With their misunderstanding cleared up, Little Nina and Lucky were soon back to their usual gleeful games.

Little Mario, who'd been watching all the commotion from the sidelines, was quickly dragged into their little "siege" of Lucky by his sister.

Briony stood up, watching her two children-happy and healthy-her expression shadowed by worry.

Three days later, Briony's ankle had mostly healed.

Early that morning, she took the bag of fruit candies and headed to the local lab for testing.

It was nearly a twenty-minute drive from Skybreeze Retreat. Briony drove her white Cayenne, following the GPS directions. At a stoplight, her phone started ringing from inside her purse.

She fished it out—an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

Figuring it was probably spam, she declined the call and set the phone on the center console.

The light turned green. Briony pressed lightly on the gas, the Cayenne gliding forward.

Then the phone rang again. Same number.

Briony hesitated a moment, then slipped on her Bluetooth earpiece and answered.

"You're being followed."

The voice was male, unfamiliar, and urgent. "Change your route now. Don't go to the lab."

Briony frowned, instinctively glancing at her rearview mirror.

Sure enough, a black sedan was tailing her.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Who is this? Why should I believe you?"

"You have to believe me!” The man's voice grew more insistent. "That Car is there to stop you from getting those samples tested. If they're sure you're headed to the lab, they'll make a move."

Briony's mind reeled, her thoughts scattering. Before she could react, the car

behind her suddenly gunned its engine—

She barely had time to swerve before the impact came.

The Cayenne spun in place, tires screeching, before the front slammed up onto the median. The force of the crash triggered the

airbags, and Briony's world went

white.

Slumped over the deployed airbag, her vision blurred. Consciousness slipped

away.

The black sedan sped off.

Someone yanked open the driver's door-

Briony felt a hand tapping her cheek.

She tried to force her eyes open, to

see who it was, but her eyelids grew

heavier and heavier. Darkness closed in around her.

"Bryn! Bryn-!”

Was she dreaming?

Why did it sound like Stewart Wentworth was calling her name...