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?"

life. I just thought I ought to thank them in

someone called the police, another called the

matter drop. Maybe it really

before the crash jolted her. Briony

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

car-where is it?" Her voice was urgent. "There

had it towed to the shop. I took everything out before it went in for repairs—they're

you see a bag of hawthorn

“No, I didn't see anything

there really something wrong with

up with you? It's just

phone call. Whoever it was

about to do. And what was

Ferdinand Ellsworth? Would Ferdinand really hurt

answers. For now, she

into the mess.

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

Cedric Clarke arrived, Marlene was in the kitchenette, simmering a pot of soup. Briony sat up

are you feeling?" Cedric asked as he

looked up, hesitated, then asked,