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.

you: The National Archaeological Society recently uncovered a late medieval tomb. Most of the

silent as

real drive. So before he decides, he wants

porcelain Christ in the

can always refuse. Professor Winslow won't

her voice steady. "Send the piece

have to bring it myself. And Professor Winslow instructed me to

WhatsApp, and

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

She kept her cool

minutes later,

already sent

sent over

with a thumbs-up

will you

James: [Eager, aren't you?]

to stay professional. [Just need to confirm the time

And kept typing. For nearly a minute

be there

Let me know when you're