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 the

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

at

"Come in," she called.

in.

Briony pause. She turned

Stewart strode in.

a sharp black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe.

if she were a defendant in

the tension, Hannah quickly slipped out

frosty. "Attorney Wentworth, you do realize

was it you who posted that exposé online?"

why he was

even know what

dragged into it. She hadn't even

It was absurd.

even be bothered to

"If you're so convinced it was me, why

Briony had no patience for this. "If you're so worried

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