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.

a polite nod, Briony turned and strolled back

as soon as she'd dodged one

a hard woman to

of Vypera Technologies-and her most persistent

eligible bachelors. Thirty-five, single, strikingly handsome,

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

glanced over at

you don't seriously go for those pretty

headache, Maynard was a

subtlety of a spotlight, relentless and impossible to

good read on him:

lightly. "If

kind of chemistry are you looking for?

Maynard. I rushed here and haven't eaten yet.

buffet, helping herself to whatever looked good, ignoring Maynard shadowing

tried to

didn't react. One persistent man was easier to