Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 200

It was just before nine o'clock, and Briony had nearly finished packing up her

things when her phone rang.

It was Stewart.

She set down what she was holding and answered the call.

"I'm coming back to Northborough today." Stewart's deep voice carried through the line.

Briony's tone was calm, almost indifferent. “So, are we meeting this afternoon to finalize the divorce papers, or will it be tomorrow?"

"This afternoon's a bit rushed."

"Bryn, do you want to take these books with you?" James called out from the living room.

Briony turned her head and replied, "Yeah, bring them all."

"Alright, I'll pack them up for you. Though, I've got copies of a few of these at my place already-should I leave those?"

"That's fine," Briony answered.

Suddenly, Stewart's voice cut in, sharp with suspicion. "Are you moving house?" Briony frowned, a hint of irritation flickering across her face. "That's not really your concern. Since you're busy this afternoon, let's just meet tomorrow morning."

and pressed on,

patience finally snapping, her tone turning cold. "I've held up my end of the bargain. I hope you'll do the same. Tomorrow morning, nine o'clock, city hall. Let's get

the

for half a minute before Stewart finally

reply brought a sense of relief. Briony hung

Cove to James's place took about

a stand-alone villa, tucked away for privacy. James had once told her that his father, a hopeless

housekeeper at Skybreeze, Marlene, was about the same age as Gina and, hearing Briony

sunniest room, saying it was best

felt warmth settle over her-a

Gina teamed up to prepare a hearty dinner, most of it

creamy, nourishing fish soup was perfectly seasoned; James had a bowl,

"It's really good, you should

held up his hand dramatically. "If I have another bowl, I'll probably

Briony was speechless.

a few photos of the warmly lit house and sent them

Then he called.

in his usual straightforward way, “Mr. Wentworth, Ms.

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