Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

As Briony made her way downstairs, James had just stepped out of his car. Seeing her safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief.

"What took you so long up there? I tried calling you a bunch of times and you didn't pick up. I was starting to think something happened."

"You called me?" Briony immediately fished her phone out of her purse. Sure enough, there were three missed calls.

She slipped the phone back into her bag and looked at James. "Sorry, I had it buried in my purse and didn't notice."

James opened the passenger door for her. "As long as you're alright. You know you're practically a national treasure right now-Father Benedict and Mrs. Winslow remind me every day to keep an eye on you."

Briony's lips curved in a faint smile as she ducked into the car.

James closed the door and turned to head for his own seat, but just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall figure in black stepping out of the building.

He paused and glanced over.

Stewart had seen him, too.

But the two men merely exchanged a fleeting look before turning away.

At that moment, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up behind James's Range Rover.

opened the

into his seat, buckled up, and started

Mercedes glided past his window, disappearing into the

on the steering wheel, James asked,

temples. "He refuses

"He's already gone public with Rosita, and Irwin's five

shook her head. "I honestly have no

muttered, shaking his head. "What, does he get off on stringing along his first love as the other woman? Is that some new kind of neurosis? I mean, I've

don't know." Briony sounded

could always file for divorce yourself. Irwin is proof enough of his affair-you'd

infidelity, the

you back?" James

court, I'm worried I won't find

James suggested. "When I'm back in Silveridge,

you. That'd be

as he eased the car forward. “Here we go again.

brought that up, but after thinking for a moment, she nodded. "They are my

I'm their student and godson, you know!" James shot her