Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Dr. Clarke."

"Do you have a moment?" Cedric Clarke's voice was low and steady. "Stewart asked me to bring you some documents."

"I was just about to head back to Skybreeze Retreat."

"It's better if we handle this privately, just between us."

Briony thought for a moment. "Then meet me at the café downstairs from my studio. I'm leaving from Orion House now."

"All right."

On her way back to the studio, Briony's phone rang several times-Ferdinand again. She ignored the calls, letting each one go to voicemail, then added his numbers to her blocked list.

She couldn't shake the image of him at The Wentworth Group that day. The way he lashed out was nothing like the Ferdinand she thought she knew. It made her wonder if the gentle, polished exterior he wore was only ever a mask.

Maybe, beneath it all, he was just as volatile as his father, Fred. After all, the apple rarely falls far from the tree.

As for the ten percent share, Briony was certain Fred had no intention of letting Little Nina inherit it. She had no desire to get caught in the crossfire of another family feud. She'd have to find the right moment to discuss what to do about those shares with Stewart.

...

Briony parked on the street outside her studio and walked into the café

already there, early by a few minutes. When he noticed

took the seat

something to

a lemon water,

iced Americano

drinks arrived, Cedric slid a manila folder

Stewart had set up for the children, deeds for private property, cars,

in among them was a supplementary

drafted himself," Cedric explained. "He said there was

doesn't feel right anymore. He's signed off on

expected, Stewart had decided

the folder. "Understood. I'll have my lawyer look it over, and if everything's in order,

Since they're still young, you'll need to manage everything for now. fit gets to

at the stack

of these assets are connected

replied, "everything here is separate,

properly documented and nota