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, Hannah let out a

me half to death. It's ten o'clock and you

thought something had

a creature

though, she clearly

rasped, her voice

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

to her forehead.

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

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

much trouble. I'll just take something for

you don't want to

just need some

to stand, Briony retreated to her bed and

clearly unconvinced. "There's a nasty flu going around. You really should get checked

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

blinked in shock. "That's

year, but with those

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