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.

recently uncovered a late medieval tomb. Most of the artifacts found so

as he went

I'm the one who's shown real drive. So before he decides, he wants to see your current level

porcelain Christ in the photo-that's my audition, isn't

always refuse. Professor Winslow

it," Briony replied, her voice steady.

have to bring it myself. And Professor Winslow instructed

on WhatsApp, and I'll send

quick to give your number to a stranger? Aren't you a little too

was. She kept her cool and replied flatly, "It's

minutes later,

had already sent

his name, and sent over the detailed address

with a thumbs-up

will you

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

to stay professional. [Just need to

started typing. And kept typing. For nearly a minute before

[I'll be there

me know