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."

ignored her answer and pressed on, "Are you moving in

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

from the

half a minute

sense of relief. Briony

to

told her that his father, a hopeless romantic, had bought the place as a honeymoon retreat years ago

age as Gina and, hearing Briony was expecting, had done plenty of

insisted Briony take the sunniest room, saying it was best for

stepped into Skybreeze Retreat, she felt warmth settle over her-a sense

teamed up to prepare a hearty dinner,

was perfectly seasoned; James had a bowl, but wouldn't touch a

really good, you should have some

hand dramatically. "If I have another bowl, I'll probably start lactating at

Briony was speechless.

a few photos

Then he called.

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

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