Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony was caught off guard when an unexpected email from her advisor popped up in her inbox that afternoon. Surprise washed over her-followed by something warmer, almost like hope.

She'd honestly thought Professor Winslow had given up on her long ago.

Staring at the attached photo, Briony gathered her nerve and dialed his number.

The phone rang three times before someone picked up.

Clutching her phone tightly, Briony's voice came out thin and anxious. "Professor...?"

"Professor Winslow is meeting with an important guest right now," a man's voice replied.

Briony hesitated, thrown off. "..."

"You're Briony, right?" The man sounded smug—almost mocking. "You saw the photo of the porcelain Christ figurine?"

She had no idea who this was, but if he was answering the professor's phone, he had to be someone Winslow trusted.

"I saw it," she answered calmly. "And you are?"

"James Delaney," he introduced himself, his tone full of self-importance. "Currently Professor Winslow's most promising student."

Briony blinked, feeling a flicker of irritation.

So that's how it is.

call," James continued. "He asked me to tell you: The National Archaeological Society recently uncovered a late medieval tomb. Most of the artifacts

as he went

you and I are both gifted, but I'm the one who's shown real drive. So before he decides, he wants to see your current level of

caught on quickly. "So the porcelain Christ in

can always refuse. Professor Winslow

it," Briony replied, her voice steady. "Send the

it myself. And Professor Winslow instructed

Briony said, "Add me on WhatsApp,

"So quick to give your number to a stranger?

smooth his voice was. She kept her cool and replied flatly, "It's just

minutes later, Briony opened

sent a contact

sent over the detailed address

with

will you

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

herself to stay professional. [Just need to confirm the time so

And kept typing. For nearly a minute

[I'll be there the day after

[Alright. Let me know when you're