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?"

"They saved my life. I

helping out- someone called the police, another called the ambulance. Doubt any

fell silent, letting the matter drop. Maybe it really was

of that phone call before the crash

quickly pressed her back down, frowning. "You've still got an IV in

it?" Her voice was urgent.

shop. I took everything out before it went in

see a bag

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

wrong with those candies? Had someone destroyed

just candy-why are you

that mysterious phone

exactly what she was about to do.

Ferdinand Ellsworth? Would Ferdinand really

questions, and no answers. For now,

into the mess.

left for the studio, Marlene came to keep her

was in the kitchenette, simmering a pot of soup. Briony sat up in bed, scrolling through work

feeling?" Cedric

asked, "Who brought me to the