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 for

office. She'd just hung up her bag

at the

"Come in," she called.

poked her head in. "Briony, Attorney Wentworth is

Briony pause.

Stewart strode in.

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

look-cold, assessing—as if she were

quickly slipped out and closed the door behind

you do realize it's after hours? City Hall is

was it you

that's why he was

know

same thing had happened twice now, and both times she was dragged into it. She hadn't even had a chance to defend

It was absurd.

couldn't even be bothered to

eyes, her voice icy. "If 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

"But these tricks won't work on me. I've told you before: if you agree to my three conditions, I'll sign the