Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 294

James pressed his lips together, his expression grave as he gave a heavy nod.

Briony’s knife slipped from her hand and clattered onto the cutting board.

“Careful!” James rushed forward and pulled her out of harm’s way.

The sudden commotion startled Gwendolyn White, who quickly turned off the stove and spun around to look at Briony.

Seeing Briony’s stricken face, Gwendolyn frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Briony’s complexion was ashen, her eyes rimmed red.

Rosita had killed her son.

And what had she just done?

She had just held that child in her arms...

Briony closed her eyes, trying to steady her emotions. “Have Garry take the boy and leave. Right now.”

She knew the child was innocent.

But his mother was the one who had killed her son.

Gwendolyn steadied Briony and called out to James, “Why are you standing there? Go, now!”

James let out a weary sigh and walked out of the kitchen—nearly colliding with Garry in the hallway.

Garry was about to step inside when James stopped him with an outstretched arm. “What are you doing?”

James narrowed his eyes. “Briony knows little Mario is your son with Rosita. She’ll never forgive Rosita. If you have any decency left, take your boy and leave. Now.”

Garry met his gaze, his expression unreadable. “Mario is my son, but Rosita isn’t his biological mother.”

James snorted. “Don’t try to fool us. You’ve been with Rosita for four years. The tabloids have been full of stories about her giving you a son. And now you expect us to believe this?”

Garry’s tone didn’t waver. “Rosita had complications when she delivered Irwin. She had to have a hysterectomy. She’s never been able to have more children.”

James froze.

Rosita can’t have children?

“Mario’s biological mother died in childbirth,” Garry said, glancing past James toward the kitchen. “I married Rosita so Mario could have a real family.”

He spoke loudly enough that Briony and Gwendolyn could hear everything from the kitchen.

For a moment, both women stood in conflicted silence.

Gwendolyn patted Briony’s hand. “As long as he isn’t Rosita’s child.”

Briony pressed her lips together, torn.

She had little affection for Garry, but little Mario’s situation tugged at her heartstrings.