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 for

to her office. She'd just hung up her bag and coat when

at

"Come in," she called.

her head in. "Briony, Attorney Wentworth is

Briony pause. She

Stewart strode in.

black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with

if she were

out and

frosty. "Attorney Wentworth, you do realize it's after hours? City Hall

was it you

he

know what

twice now, and both times she was dragged into it. She hadn't even had a chance to defend herself, yet Stewart was the first to rush over and

It was absurd.

even be bothered

his eyes, her voice icy. "If you're so convinced it was

divorce, won't you?" "Think whatever you want." Briony had no patience for this. "If you're so worried about Rosita's reputation, why not just

you." Stewart's gaze grew colder. "But these tricks won't work on me. I've told you before: if