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

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

knock at

"Come in," she called.

poked her head in. "Briony, Attorney Wentworth

Briony pause.

Stewart strode in.

dressed in a sharp black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on

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

tension, Hannah quickly slipped out and closed the door behind

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

it you who posted

he

didn't even know what

same thing had happened 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

It was absurd.

even be bothered to

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

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

these tricks won't work on me. I've told you before: