Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight.

"There's no signal," she said, glancing over at Carl.

Carl was already tapping at his own phone, but his efforts were just as futile-no bars, not even a flicker.

He raised his phone, shining its light at the elevator's camera. His expression was grim. "The whole car's lost power."

It was the height of summer. In a sealed elevator with no electricity, if no one found them soon, they could easily pass out from lack of air in a matter of hours.

"Carl, this isn't some random malfunction." Briony met Carl's eyes, her certainty unwavering. "Someone doesn't want me at that board meeting."

Carl knew there was no point in hiding the truth anymore. Briony wouldn't believe him if he tried.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Ms. Kensington, I'm sorry. I should've anticipated this. I've dragged you into it."

"This isn't your fault." Briony closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself. "Right now, you should be worrying whether Stewart can handle that board meeting alone."

Carl paused, taken aback. Then, with a helpless smile, he shook his head. "It's out of our hands now."

her expression tightening

way to contact the outside world, all they could do now was wait

Fred and Stewart-father and son-were facing each other for the first time in twenty-five years. There was

in a sharp black suit, his hair perfectly in place-every inch the successful

doing for the past twenty-five years, he clearly

as he regarded the man who

Fred, or

raised you? No respect for your elders." Fred's eyes

and contempt-the same

father died years ago. I was seven when I carried

want to acknowledge me as your father, I couldn't care less.

his

sitting opposite him

could

about him most of

begging for help, Stewart had looked at him with

went to you. If you hadn't stood by and done nothing, do you think I'd be here now,