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

her office. She'd just hung up

at

"Come in," she called.

poked her head in. "Briony,

made Briony pause. She

Stewart strode in.

and imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with the kind

if she were a defendant

the tension, Hannah quickly slipped out and closed the door

do realize it's after hours? City Hall

darkened. "Briony, was it you who posted that exposé

why he was

even know what she

She hadn't even had a chance to

It was absurd.

couldn't even be bothered

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

you?" "Think whatever you want." Briony had no patience for this. "If you're so worried about Rosita's reputation, why

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