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?"

expression. "They saved my life. I just thought I ought

out- someone called the police, another

matter drop. Maybe

memory of that phone call before the crash jolted her. Briony

don't move!" James quickly pressed her back down, frowning. "You've still got an IV in

is it?" Her voice was urgent. "There was something really important

the shop. I took everything out before it

see a bag of hawthorn

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

wrong with those candies? Had

with you? It's just candy-why are you so

that mysterious phone

was about to do. And

Ferdinand Ellsworth? Would Ferdinand really hurt

questions, and no answers. For now, she decided not to

into the mess.

afternoon, after James left for the studio, Marlene came to keep

simmering a pot of soup. Briony sat

are you feeling?" Cedric asked

then asked, "Who