Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 439

In the end, Briony decided to make the trip to Westenmar.

She told James about her plans.

James was worried about her going alone and insisted on coming with her.

Briony agreed—it felt safer to have someone with her.

That very night, they boarded the Delaney family’s private jet bound for Westenmar.

After a long overnight flight, they touched down at ten in the morning, local time.

As they exited the airport, Garry’s trusted female assistant was already waiting for them.

She led them to a sleek black town car parked outside.

The drive from the airport to the city center took a full forty minutes.

The car was eerily quiet the entire way.

The closer they got to their destination, the more anxious Briony became.

James noticed the tension in her shoulders and gently rested his hand on her.

Briony turned to glance at him.

“Don’t worry, Bryn,” he said softly, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’m here. We’ll bring your son home together.”

Briony’s nose tingled, and she bit her lip, nodding.

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The black car wound through the gates of Garry’s private estate.

Inside, Garry’s assistant ushered Briony and James into the grand living room.

Garry lounged on the sofa, his long legs crossed, leaning back as he lazily puffed on a cigar.

He arched a brow, taking the cigar from his lips to blow a smoke ring. “You’re here! No need to be so formal—we’re all friends here. Make yourselves comfortable!”

Garry was always like this—casual to the point of arrogance.

Briony and James were used to his antics by now and didn’t bother indulging him.

They exchanged a glance but remained standing.

“Garry, where’s my son?” Briony asked, her voice tight.

Irwin’s eyes welled up. “Mom…”

Briony ignored him, turning to Garry with a deep frown. “Garry, what’s the meaning of this?”

“What’s wrong?” Garry squinted at her, feigning innocence. “I raised him as my own for five years. Isn’t he your son?”

A surge of anger shot through Briony.

“Garry! You know full well I’m looking for my real son!”

“Mom, it’s me—I’m Irwin! I’m your son too! You promised you’d always love me!”

Briony closed her eyes, her chest heaving.

Even though she now knew her biological son was alive, nothing could erase what Rosita had done.

The pain that Lauren and Rosita had inflicted on her and her mother would never fade.

Irwin was Rosita’s child—and for that alone, Briony could no longer find any softness toward him.

Irwin called out to Briony, crying and pleading. He truly understood his mistakes now—he really regretted everything.

Since coming here, he’d seen Rosita.