Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Gina grinned. “No worries, Ms. Kensington. Just go take care of your business- I've got everything under control here!"

Briony nodded, then glanced over at Julia.

Julia was sitting up in bed, watching her. She lifted a hand and waved her off. "Go on, now. And drive safe."

"Alright." Briony flashed a bright, reassuring smile before turning to leave.

As the hospital room door closed behind her, Julia's smile faded, her lips pressing together in a soft sigh.

...

Briony left the hospital and headed straight for the Kensington estate.

She hadn't set foot in that house since Malcolm's death.

Over the years, she'd heard plenty of rumors: after Malcolm passed away, the Kensington Group's business had gone downhill year after year. Mack simply wasn't cut out for the corporate world. Word was, every project the Kensington Group had invested in recently had crashed and burned.

Right now, the Kensingtons were strapped for cash-and that was her greatest leverage in today's negotiation.

but profit. As long as her offer was tempting enough, she didn't doubt for a second that

BMW rolled to a stop outside the stately

guard approached, sizing her up. “Can I help you? Who are you here to

"Briony," she replied simply.

shifted instantly-now openly disdainful. "Oh, it's you. Mrs. Kensington left instructions: you'll need to park

had expected nothing

stepped out of the car, and

guard had already

the front doors swung open, and a small crowd emerged,

Briony walked forward.

the morning, but the sky was already a dull, oppressive gray- a sure sign the weather wouldn't be kind. She'd checked the forecast

a long cream-colored down coat, her black hair falling loose around her shoulders, hands tucked into her pockets, half her face hidden behind a thick scarf. Her eyes—calm, cold, and utterly steady-never wavered from

a few steps above her,

a few paces from the steps,

by blood-yet every

at them now, Briony felt nothing. It was