Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

In the end, Ferdinand agreed to Briony's request.

But there was a catch: she had to wait until she was looking and feeling a bit stronger.

And even then, if she wanted to go out, someone would have to go with her.

Briony refused to let Belinda tag along.

So Mary volunteered eagerly.

Briony only agreed after some hesitation.

Three days later, Mary accompanied Briony out.

Their destination was the biggest shopping mall in downtown Marblecliff.

Ferdinand was swamped with urgent business that day and couldn't join them, so

he sent Gifford and a small team to shadow the women discreetly, dressed in plain clothes and keeping a careful distance.

When they arrived, Briony and Mary took the elevator up to the third floor- women's fashion.

Mary wanted to look at baby clothes.

She dragged Briony along for company.

Gifford and the other men kept their distance, pretending to browse, but never taking their eyes off the two women.

Mary picked out a few tiny outfits for her baby, holding them up for Briony's opinion.

"Briony, which one do you think is cuter?"

Briony looked at the tiny onesies and felt her heart soften.

She couldn't help thinking of her own two children again.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Briony asked.

"A girl." Mary patted her stomach and smiled. "Ferdinand's thrilled. He says if she takes after her mother, she'll be beautiful."

Briony was a little surprised.

A girl taking after her mother? If you didn't know better, you'd think Ferdinand was head-over-heels for Mary.

But was he really?

"Briony?"

Mary's voice broke through her thoughts, and Briony blinked, meeting Mary's bright, expectant gaze.

"Well? Which one do you like better?"

Briony glanced at the two onesies in Mary's hands—both the same style, just different colors.

"If you like both, buy both. Ferdinand can certainly spare a little extra." Mary grinned. "True! Why not?" And just like that, she bought them both. After picking out baby clothes, Mary pulled Briony into a lingerie store.

A moment ago, in the baby boutique, Gifford could still pretend to be a doting dad-to-be, but lingerie stores were another story. He hesitated at the entrance, then awkwardly pulled out his phone and pretended to make a call.

Thankfully, Gifford was good-looking enough to avoid drawing too many stares; if he were a greasy

middle-aged man lurking at the entrance of a women's store and stealing glances inside, he'do

probably have been mistaken for a creep.

Briony, meanwhile, was all but dragged inside by Mary.

"Briony, your wedding's just around the corner! Let me pick out some new nightwear for you, okay?"

Mary's voice rang out loudly enough for Gifford to hear even from the doorway.

Briony shot her a look, brow furrowing. "I don't need any."

"Oh, come on! Of course you do!" Mary replied, her tone teasing and innocent ever. "You're about to be

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a newlywed. You need a few sexy nightgowns! You and Ferdinand are still young-don't tell me you want your marriage to be boring and dull!"

Briony: "..."

From outside came the sound of a man clearing his throat, clearly embarrassed.

Briony and Mary both turned-

Gifford quickly averted his gaze, holding his phone to his ear and pretending to talk, edging farther away.

Mary caught this and flashed a mischievous grin.noveldrama

She grabbed a handful of lacy lingerie and shoved them into Briony's arms. "Go on, Briony, try these on!"

Briony eyed her skeptically.

But Mary was already shepherding her toward the fitting rooms, scowling at her in mock exasperation.

Briony's eyebrows shot up.

Before she could protest, she was pushed into the changing room.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Mary's voice called out from the other side,

loud and clear: "Take your time, Briony! If something doesn't fit, or you can't decide, just call me!"