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.

her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that

looking at?" his girlfriend snapped, following his gaze. The

I'm sitting right here and you're

irritation flashing in his eyes. "You don't know what

"What's with the attitude? I just called you out, you

you," Jason shot

him, stunned.

lit a cigarette, 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

that, Jason waved her off and strode away without a backward

girlfriend just stood there, frozen in disbelief before

I don't want to break

at the unfolding

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

bite of fish cake and

told me to stop by and pay my respects to the elder Mr. Prescott if I got the

looked over, mildly intrigued.

"Jewell Delaney."

mean Jewell Delaney, the