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.

open,

to death. It's ten o'clock and you still

thought something had happened

nothing if not a creature of habit; she never

she clearly

she rasped, her voice

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

forehead. It did feel

said. "A few days of

insisted, placing a hand on Briony's forehead. "You've got a fever! You need to see

just take something for the fever and sleep it

want to go to

sure. I just need

barely able to stand, Briony retreated to her bed and

in, clearly unconvinced. "There's a nasty flu going around. You really should

said, "We're 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. We'll start our

in shock.

studio had done well this year, but with those numbers, the total payout would be nearly

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