Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Rosita's breath caught, her face drained of color as she swayed unsteadily, those innocent eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Briony watched with cold detachment, silently counting in her mind.

One, two, three...

On cue, Rosita squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed, her slender frame crumpling to the floor.

"Rosita!"

Stewart rushed forward and scooped the unconscious Rosita into his arms. He shot Briony a quick look, then turned and strode out of the room without another word.

Briony remained a silent observer, her expression unmoved, not even a flicker of emotion crossing her face.

Rosita's timing was always impeccable-she could faint at just the right moment, every single time. Stewart, blinded by love, never seemed to notice.

Briony closed the door to the hospital room, drew a deep breath, and let her eyes flutter shut.

"Bryn."

Briony opened her eyes at the sound of her mother's voice, meeting Julia's red- rimmed gaze.

"Bryn, what's really going on between you and Attorney Wentworth?" Julia blurted out, then quickly added, "I'm not accusing you, sweetheart. I'm just worried about you."

Briony walked over and took her mother's hand. "Mom, I didn't tell you before because I thought it would all be over soon, and I didn't want you to worry unnecessarily. If I'd known things would get this complicated, I would've told you everything from the start."

suspicion. "So, you and Attorney Wentworth-

old wounds. These days, just hearing Stewart's name left her cold.

Top floor, private suite.

awake on the hospital

back to her, tall and

radiating a cold, unapproachable

enough to make

her voice soft and tentative.

turned his head slightly.

unreadable, his tone

Rosita faltered. "What's wrong?"

the fragile woman lying in the bed, his eyes dark and inscrutable. "Rosita,

her

voice came out barely above a whisper, tinged with wounded innocence. "I

you." Stewart's voice was low and firm. "Don't do something like

Rosita froze.

matter of the procedure had to be put on hold

wouldn't be ready until the

then, Briony had no choice but to stay with her mother at the

want Briony's work to be

reassured her, explaining she'd already spoken to her client and