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

back downstairs

returned to her office. She'd just hung up her

at

"Come in," she called.

in. "Briony, Attorney

made Briony pause. She turned around

Stewart strode in.

imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with the kind of scrutiny reserved for

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

quickly slipped out and closed the door behind

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

gaze darkened. "Briony, was it you

that's why he

know what she

was dragged into it. She hadn't even had a chance to defend herself, yet Stewart was

It was absurd.

couldn't even be bothered

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

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

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