Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Tibetan mastiff!

A jolt of fear shot through Briony's heart.

But she knew—this was exactly the kind of situation where she couldn't afford to panic.

"Did Madeline really think I'd show up here empty-handed?" Briony's voice was steady, almost cold.

Madeline frowned. "What are you getting at?"

Briony's lips curled into a frosty smile. "Every single call Mack made to me these past few days—I recorded them all. Before I set foot in the Kensington house, I stopped by the police station. I filed a report and handed over the recordings. If anything happens to me here today, Mack will be the prime suspect. And the rest of you? Every single person in this room will be implicated."

A stunned silence fell over the room. The entire Kensington family stared at her in disbelief.

She had actually thought this far ahead!

Melody practically spat with rage. "You little wretch! No wonder you seduced Stewart into representing you back in college-you conniving witch! You didn't come here looking for help; you came to set a trap for the whole Kensington family!"

rest of the Kensingtons weren't far behind, pointing fingers and

curses:

we ever took you in! Briony, will you only be happy when you've destroyed this

man raise you-we should've left you to fend for yourself in

own brother! And you're scheming against him? Briony, you're vile -you'll get what you

insults; to her, their words

alone, back straight despite the blood staining her ivory winter coat. She looked

her vision. She wiped it away, smearing her hand red,

like this, a medical examination should be more than enough

face twisted with fury, the lines of age deepening in her scowl. "You really are

cold as ice, swept over every face in the room before settling on Madeline. "When you're up against a pack of heartless

precious heir. Are you really willing to risk his

daggers at her, hatred burning in

if she had anticipated every move, every word-the entire scene was unfolding exactly as