Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 253

Lunar Heights Estate.

Rosita flipped through the photos sent by her private investigator.

“So, you’ve cozied up to Gavin now?”

She let out a cold, derisive laugh. “You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks, can you?”

Did Lauren really think that landing Gavin would get her away from Saul, that creepy old bastard?

“Oh, Lauren, life isn’t that easy. You’re the one who dragged me into the Lockwood family mess, and now you want to walk away clean? What about everything I’ve suffered because of you?”

Rosita pulled out her phone, found Jason’s number, and dialed.

“Jason, it’s me. Do you have time to meet?”

…

After a week of bed rest at the hospital, Briony was finally on the mend.

Dr. Warren assured her she could go home and recuperate in comfort.

She was thirteen weeks along now—officially in her second trimester. The nausea and fatigue of early pregnancy had faded, replaced by a healthy appetite and a visible glow.

On the day she was discharged, Gwendolyn White and Carney took Briony out shopping for new clothes—her old wardrobe no longer fit her growing belly.

Gwendolyn led her through the boutiques, making sure she was outfitted from head to toe, inside and out. James and Carney trailed quietly behind, arms loaded with shopping bags.

When it was time to pay, Briony tried to hand over her own credit card, but Gwendolyn firmly pushed it back.

“This is a little welcome gift from your new godparents. If you don’t accept, I’ll be offended!” Gwendolyn grinned, eyes sparkling.

Briony was taken aback. “You… you want to make me your goddaughter?”

Gwendolyn laughed warmly. “What’s with that reaction? Don’t want us?”

Briony’s eyes stung with sudden emotion. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

Carney looked at her, his tone gentle. “Neither Mrs. Winslow nor I ever had children of our own. When we were young, it seemed fine, but now—well, things get a little lonely. If you don’t mind, we’d be honored to have you as our daughter.”

James burst out laughing nearby. “Come on, Professor, you’re a bargain, but Mrs. Winslow is priceless!”

“Enough out of you,” Carney said, trying—and failing—to sound stern.

James only grinned wider. “By the way, that artifact restoration you finished last week? Three thousand words. On my desk Monday morning.”

The smile slid right off James’s face. “No more jokes…”