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?"

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

people helping out- someone called the police, another called the ambulance. Doubt any of them left their contact

the matter drop. Maybe it really was just a

before the

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

Her voice was

out before it went in for repairs—they're all

you see a bag of

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

brow furrowed. Was there really something wrong with those candies? Had

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

that mysterious phone call. Whoever

what she was about to do. And what

Ellsworth? Would Ferdinand really

questions, and no answers. For now, she

into the mess.

James left for the studio, Marlene came to keep

Cedric Clarke arrived, Marlene was in the kitchenette, simmering a pot of soup. Briony sat up in bed, scrolling through work emails

feeling?" Cedric asked as he

hesitated, then asked,