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,

"I've held up my end of the bargain. I hope you'll do the same. Tomorrow morning, nine

from the other

a minute before Stewart finally muttered,

reply brought a sense

Dolphin Cove to James's place took about twenty

that his father, a hopeless romantic, had bought the place as a honeymoon

was about the same age as Gina and, hearing Briony was expecting,

room, saying it was best for

settle over her-a sense of home she hadn't realized she'd

prepare a hearty dinner, most of it tailored for

seasoned; James had a

really good, you should have

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

Briony was speechless.

Skybreeze Retreat, Carl snapped a few photos of the warmly lit house and sent them to

Then he called.

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

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