Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After Jason fired off his message, the group chat went quiet. No one replied. Jason: [Seriously? It's barely eleven, and you're all ghosting me?]

A few seconds ticked by...

Rosita: [Jason, can you not always take shots at Ms. Kensington like that?]

Jason: [What did I say that was so wrong? I literally saw her last night at Moonlight with Mack and his spoiled buddies, and the next minute she's out grabbing a late-night bite with James!]

Rosita: [That's Ms. Kensington's private life. She can do what she wants. Talking behind her back like this isn't right.]

Jason rolled his eyes at his phone.

Jason: [Rosita, you've been sheltered by Stewart for too long. You have no idea- some women will stoop to anything to climb the ladder. If it gets them what they want, nothing's off limits!]

Rosita: [If you keep talking like this, Jason, I'm seriously going to get mad.] Jason: "..."

Was he really in the wrong here?

Briony had literally been photographed with Stewart, and Rosita still managed to say something so naïve? It drove Jason up the wall-she was just too innocent for her own good.

Did she really think he cared about Briony for his own sake? Sure, Briony was gorgeous, but she wasn't remotely his type. The only reason he bothered paying attention was for Rosita's sake. Otherwise, he wouldn't waste a second on Briony.

Too bad Rosita was so easily taken in by Stewart, she didn't have the slightest sense of self-preservation.

Jason glanced across the room at Briony.

a soft, reserved smile at something James had said. There was something captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that was striking

at?" his girlfriend snapped, following his gaze. The moment she saw Briony, her face

Jason? I'm sitting right here and

flashing in his eyes. "You

down, her voice rising. "What's with the attitude? I just called you

baby you," Jason shot back, standing up with a

stared at him, stunned. "What did you

smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd keep my interest

She was speechless.

the breakup compensation, talk to my assistant. He'll wire it to

waved her off and strode away without a

just stood there, frozen in disbelief before abruptly snapping out of it and

don't want to break

diners turned to stare at the unfolding breakup

green, leaned over. "Jason? As in, Jason Prescott? Don't tell

swallowed a bite of fish cake and nodded.

with Jason's grandfather. When I came to Northborough, Grandpa even told me to stop by and pay

mildly intrigued. "Who's your

"Jewell Delaney."

mean Jewell Delaney, the national porcelain