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 the

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

at the

"Come in," she called.

in. "Briony, Attorney Wentworth

words made Briony pause. She turned around

Stewart strode in.

black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe. His

she were a defendant

tension, Hannah quickly slipped out and closed

realize it's after hours? City Hall is already

it you who posted that exposé online?"

he was here-to confront

didn't even know what she

she was dragged into it. She hadn't even had a chance to

It was absurd.

even be

you're so convinced it

no patience for this. "If you're so worried about Rosita's reputation, why not just get

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