Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

At five o'clock in the evening, a Range Rover pulled up outside the studio.

Briony and James climbed out.

They'd spent the whole afternoon wandering through the supply market, finally managing to track down all the materials they needed.

James popped open the trunk.

There was quite a haul. Briony reached out to help, but James stopped her immediately.

"Don't touch anything. I'll just make another trip if I have to."

"It's really not that heavy. No need to make extra work for yourself."

James shot her an exasperated look, nudging her hand away. "You just want to make trouble for me, don't you? My goddaughter's in your belly-could you please take it easy?"

Briony gave him a sidelong glance. "You're being dramatic."

"No, you're just not acting like someone who's pregnant!" James gathered up a portion of the supplies, closed the trunk, and jerked his chin toward the door. "Let's go."

Briony knew she wouldn't win this one, so she let him have his way.

...

Back at the studio, James carried everything into the restoration room and

downstairs

She'd just hung up her bag and coat when

knock at the

"Come in," she called.

her head in. "Briony,

Briony pause.

Stewart strode in.

severe. His eyes

look-cold, assessing—as if she were a defendant in

quickly slipped out and closed the door behind

do realize it's after hours? City Hall is

you who posted

he was here-to confront

know

twice now, and both times she was dragged into it. She hadn't even

It was absurd.

couldn't even be

you're so convinced it was me, why bother

anything to get this divorce, won't you?" "Think whatever you want." Briony had no patience

me. I've told