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.

captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that was striking without being the least bit intimidating. Jason stared, caught off guard, his throat bobbing

his girlfriend snapped, following his

Jason? I'm sitting right here and you're gawking at

eyes.

her fork down, her voice rising. "What's with the attitude? I just called you out, you can't even handle

not here to baby you," Jason shot

him, stunned.

a cigarette, smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd

She was speechless.

breakup compensation, talk to my

off and strode away without

there, frozen in disbelief before abruptly

I don't want to

the unfolding breakup scene-including Briony

bit green, leaned over. "Jason? As in, Jason Prescott?

bite of fish cake

grandfather's on good terms with Jason's grandfather. When I came to Northborough, Grandpa even told me to stop by and pay my respects to the elder

over, mildly intrigued. "Who's

"Jewell Delaney."

mean