Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 20

By the time Briony finally made it back to the studio, dawn was already breaking. Utterly exhausted, she changed into pajamas and collapsed into bed, falling

asleep almost instantly.

She had no idea how long she'd been out when a frantic knocking at the door jolted her awake.

Her eyes flew open and she stared at the familiar ceiling, breath coming quick and shallow. It took her a moment to gather her wits.

She'd been dreaming.

In the dream, she was standing above a river of blood, so vivid it made her shudder. Somewhere in the distance, an infant's cries echoed in her ears...

From outside the room, Hannah's voice rang out. "Briony? Are you awake?"

Her lashes fluttered. Briony pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

The room spun as she stood, her body heavy and unsteady.

"Briony? Briony..." Hannah's voice grew more anxious.

"I'm coming," Briony croaked, forcing herself upright and shuffling to the door.

soon as the door swung open,

half to death. It's ten o'clock and you still hadn't come

something had happened to

a creature of habit; she never slept

she clearly

she rasped, her

her a once-over. "You don't look

hand to her forehead. It did

lately," she said. "A few days of rest and I'll be good as

hand on Briony's forehead. "You've got a fever! You need

too much trouble. I'll just take something for the fever and sleep

sure you don't want to go to the

sure. I just need some more

Briony retreated to her bed and lay

clearly unconvinced. "There's a nasty flu going

shutting the studio down for the year. Have finance pay everyone's salary in advance— cover twelve months-and give each person a year-end bonus of, say, twenty thousand.

shock.

those

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