Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Bryn? Bryn..."

Briony's eyes fluttered open to find James Delaney suddenly looming over her, anxiety etched across his face.

"Bryn, you're awake! How are you feeling?"

She stared at him, disoriented, her thoughts muddled. Had she really just dreamed about Stewart?

James waited for a response, then reached out to feel her forehead. "No fever. You're not concussed, are you?"

Snapping back to herself, Briony met his worried gaze. "I'm fine."

James let out a huge sigh of relief. "You scared the hell out of me! As long as your brain's still working..."

"How did you even find out about the accident?" she asked.

"I got a call from Dr. Clarke," James said. "Apparently, some good Samaritan

called an ambulance and got you to the hospital."

"Did you see who it was?"

James shook his head. "No idea. Why?"

saved my life. I just

what I heard, there were several people helping out- someone called the police, another called the ambulance. Doubt

fell silent, letting the matter drop. Maybe

phone call before the crash jolted her. Briony

James quickly pressed her back down,

Her voice was urgent. "There was something really important

I took everything out before it went in for repairs—they're all in my car now,

you see a bag

puzzled. “No, I didn't see anything like

brow furrowed. Was there really something wrong with those

with you? It's just candy-why are

remembered that mysterious phone call. Whoever

was about to do. And

Ferdinand Ellsworth? Would

no answers. For now, she

into the mess.

James left for the studio, Marlene came to keep

of soup. Briony sat up in

are you feeling?" Cedric asked as he

then asked, "Who brought me to