Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony never imagined that at thirty, she would become the prime target of every gold-digger and social climber in town.

She slipped out alone onto the balcony, craving a breath of fresh air.

Peter followed her out, balancing a plate with a slice of frosted cake.

He wasn't exactly new to show business-three years in, a handful of forgettable lead roles in period dramas, but nothing that ever made waves. By now, his agency had all but pushed him to the sidelines.

He'd pulled every string he could just to get an invite to tonight's party, all for a chance to make an impression on Briony.

"Ms. Kensington, it's matcha cream cake. I remember you said you liked it."

His voice was gentle behind her. Briony turned, glancing indifferently at the cake he offered before meeting Peter's eyes.

He was handsome enough, even by Hollywood standards-tall, soulful eyes, the kind of looks casting directors loved for brooding second leads.

Briony swirled the champagne in her glass. "Sorry, I don't eat sweets."

"But in your last interview, you said matcha cake was your favorite..."

"I was just making conversation." Briony looked him in the eye, her tone cool. "I know what you're after, but I'm afraid I'm not in the market for a boy toy. You'd better look elsewhere."

Peter's smile faltered.

turned and strolled back

she'd dodged

you're a hard

none other than Maynard, CEO of Vypera Technologies-and

eligible bachelors. Thirty-five, single, strikingly handsome, eldest son and heir to

for Starlight Entertainment, so for the sake of the partnership, Briony couldn't

glanced over at

you don't

a headache, Maynard

women with the subtlety of a spotlight, relentless and impossible to

past few months, Briony had gotten a pretty good read on him: the trick was to never take

a type," she replied lightly. "If there's chemistry, that's all

for? Whatever

arched an eyebrow. "You flatter me, Mr. Maynard. I rushed here and haven't eaten yet. Please, enjoy

headed straight for the buffet, helping herself to whatever looked good, ignoring Maynard

went, he followed. A few wealthy guests tried to approach her, but Maynard's warning glare sent

persistent man was easier to handle