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?"

managed a calm expression. "They saved my life. I just thought I ought

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

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

phone call before the crash jolted her.

her back down, frowning. "You've still

it?" Her voice was urgent. "There was

shop. I took everything out before it went in for repairs—they're all in my car now, so don't

see a bag of

candies?" James looked puzzled. “No, I didn't see anything

something wrong with those candies? Had someone

It's just candy-why are you so

remembered that mysterious phone call. Whoever it was

she was about to do.

Would Ferdinand

no answers. For now, she decided

into the mess.

James left for the studio, Marlene

in the kitchenette, simmering a pot of soup. Briony sat up in bed,

Cedric asked

up, hesitated, then asked, "Who