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

no way to contact the outside world, all they could do now was wait and hope for

facing each other for the first time

sharp black suit, his hair

the past twenty-five years, he clearly

imposing desk, his gaze cold as

you Fred, or would you

how Fiona raised you? No respect

same look he'd once given

remember exist. But the man I called father died years ago. I was seven when I

here because of me. If you don't want to acknowledge me as your father, I couldn't care

now, Fred made no attempt to hide his intentions. The

him wasn't his son at all, but

unmoved, as if nothing Fred could do or say would ever touch

that about him

come begging for help, Stewart had looked at him with that same

stood by and done nothing, do you think I'd be here now, rallying everyone to