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.

polite nod, Briony turned and

as she'd dodged one Peter, another contender

you're a hard woman

of Vypera

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

major film for Starlight Entertainment, so for the sake of the partnership, Briony couldn't afford to be too frosty

glanced over

balcony. "Ms. Kensington, you don't seriously go for

Peter was a headache, Maynard

the subtlety of

Briony had gotten a pretty good read on him: the trick was to

don't have a type," she replied lightly. "If there's chemistry, that's all

of chemistry are you looking for? Whatever it is, I'll do my best to fulfill

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

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

few wealthy guests tried to approach her, but Maynard's warning

persistent man was