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 with

my personal life," Briony replied, her 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,

the

half a minute before Stewart

sense

drive from Dolphin Cove to James's

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

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

to prepare

was perfectly seasoned; James had a

good, you

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

Briony was speechless.

Skybreeze Retreat, Carl snapped a few photos of the warmly

Then he called.

in his usual straightforward way, “Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Kensington has definitely moved

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