Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 288 For the past four years, Cedric Clarke had kept his distance from Briony, afraid that Stewart might get suspicious. The only two times he'd reached out were when he and Stella got married, and again last month, when Stella gave birth- he'd simply messaged Briony that both mother and baby were healthy.

Briony, quietly and without fanfare, had sent a few baby clothes to Cedric after the birth.

Cedric glanced at her. "Next tyou're back in Northborough, I'll try to arrange a meeting-maybe you can see Stella and the baby." Briony nodded. "That'd be nice." When they reached the airport, Briony got out and said her goodbyes to Cedric.

He watched her walk inside before finally driving away.

Briony booked the next available flight.

By the tthe plane took off, it was already nine in the evening.

The flight from Northborough to Silverlake City took six hours.

She landed just after five in the morning.

By the tshe'd grabbed a cab and made it home, it was nearly six-thirty.

As Briony wheeled her suitcase through the door, she ran right into James, who was coming downstairs.

James looked ready for his morning run. He did a double-take when he saw her. "You're back early! I thought you weren't getting in until midday." "I switched to an earlier flight," Briony replied, not mentioning her trip to Northborough. "Where's little Nina?" "She spent the night with Mrs. Winslow. It's Saturday-let her sleep in." "Good idea." Briony stifled a yawn. "I'm going to grab a shower and catch ssleep myself." "Sounds good. I'll pick up breakfast for you guys when I get back." "Thanks." Rosita and Garry's wedding had been a rushed affair, but they'd actually signed their marriage certificate weeks before.

So now, Rosita was officially Mrs. Ferguson.

The day after the wedding, Rosita announced she wanted to return home.

Garry agreed without hesitation. “Sure. I've been wanting to take little Maback to see my family anyway." Rosita frowned slightly. "Your family?" "My great-grandfather was from Silverlake City," Garry said with a smile.

Rosita didn't think much of it. "Should I cwith you guys?" "Aren't you supposed to film that reality show?" Rosita nodded. "Yeah, I've already signed the contract." "Then I'll just take little Mamyself." Rosita breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Alright. I'll meet you in Silverlake City as soon as I'm done!" Garry smiled, lips tight. "Sounds good." Little Nina slept in until eight.

When she woke and found herself alone, she rubbed her eyes, slid out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and padded over to Briony's room in her cartoon pajamas.

She meant to pick out her own outfit, but when she opened the door and saw Briony fast asleep, Nina's eyes lit up. "Mommy!" Briony was jolted awake by her daughter's cheerful little voice, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant. Nina ran over, kicked off her slippers, and scrambled onto the bed, burrowing into Briony's arms.

Briony scooped up her tiny, soft daughter. "Just woke up, sweetheart?" "Uh-huh!" Nina wriggled closer, sniffing. "Mommy, you smell so nice~" "I just got hand took a shower," Briony said, gently tugging her daughter's round, little ear. "It's your birthday today. Any special wishes?" "I want to go to that new children's play park!" "Want your godfather to take you?" "Won't you ctoo?" Nina looked up, her big eyes shining.

"I just got back from a work trip," Briony murmured, still half-asleep after two days of travel. "I'm a little tired. I'd like to rest a bit longer." "Okay, I'll ask godfather to cwiththen!" Nina sat up, carefully tucking the covers around Briony. "You get sgood rest, Mommy!" Briony ruffled her hair. "Thank you, love." Nina hopped off the bed, pulled on her slippers, and went to brush her teeth. Once she was done, she poked her head back in.

"Mommy, I put toothpaste on your toothbrush! Don't forget to brush when you wake up!" Briony smiled. "Will do." Nina skipped over to the wardrobe and picked out a pale yellow princess dress. "Mommy, can I wear this one?" Briony opened her eyes. "Of course. You look beautiful in everything, little Nina." Nina beamed and wriggled into her dress.

Once she was dressed, she spun in a circle. "Mommy, do I look like a real princess?"

"You are a real princess, sweetheart." Briony propped herself up, watching her daughter's joyful energy with nothing but tenderness in her eyes.

"Godfather boughtthis dress-he always spoils me!" Nina ran her 'm fingers over the row of dresses in the closet. "See? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and even purple! I can't even wear them all!" "Your godfather loves you very much," Briony said, a little helplessly.

"But making money isn't easy for him!" Nina closed the closet doom solemnly: "I'm going to talk to him later he really shouldn't buyso many dresses." Briony felt a wave of affection, ready to praise her daughter's maturity-when Nina added, "I need to teach him to save his money to buy my paintings! Mrs. Block says it's only fair to keep good things in the family, you know?" Briony: "..." She couldn't help but feel that, after just one business trip, her little girl had already becmore cunning than ever.