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."

lowered her gaze, her expression tightening

contact the outside world, all they could do now was wait and hope

executive office on the 58th floor, Fred and Stewart-father and son-were facing each other for the first time in twenty-five years. There was

dressed in a sharp black suit, his hair

he'd been doing for the past

cold as he regarded the man who looked so

should I call you Fred, or would you prefer

that how Fiona raised you? No respect for

and contempt-the same look he'd

into a frosty smile. "Mr. Wentworth, amazing you remember exist. But the man I called father died years ago. I was seven when

sitting here because of me. If you don't want to acknowledge me as your father, I couldn't care less. But I'm taking back everything that belongs

his intentions.

as if the man sitting opposite him wasn't his son at all,

if nothing Fred could do or say would

about him most of

Fred had come begging for help, Stewart

stood by and done nothing, do you think I'd be