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.

Society recently uncovered a late medieval tomb.

listened, silent as

one who's shown real drive. So before he

caught on quickly. "So the porcelain Christ in the photo-that's my

you can always refuse.

replied, her voice steady. "Send the piece

valuable, so I'll have to bring it myself. And Professor Winslow instructed

said, "Add me on WhatsApp, and

to give your number to a stranger? Aren't you a

how smooth his voice was. She kept her cool and replied flatly, "It's just for work," before hanging

few minutes later, Briony opened

already sent a contact

and sent over

with

[When will

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

need to

For nearly a minute

be there

me