Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

After Lauren and Irwin left, Briony hesitated for a moment before returning to her lounge to check things over.

She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Shaking her head, she thought she was probably just being overly cautious. Irwin was only a child-what could he possibly get up to?

Still, Briony really didn't want to be disturbed again.

Stepping out of her office, she turned to Hannah and said, "From now on, for any reason at all, don't let in anyone connected to Irwin Stewart."

“Understood.” Hannah sighed quietly. "Briony, I'm sorry... she said she was sent by Mr. Lewis, and I was worried about offending him, so—"

"I get it. But the item she brought was a fake. And that claim about Mr. Lewis? Almost certainly a lie."

Briony caught the guilty look on Hannah's face, and her voice softened. "The client coming this afternoon-Mr. Chadwick-his background is much more significant than Mr. Lewis's. Chin up."

Hannah nodded. "I understand!"

Briony returned to her restoration studio and picked up her work.

At three in the afternoon, the Chadwicks arrived.

Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick were celebrating their golden anniversary this year, and

the love between them was still unmistakable.

Mrs. Chadwick wanted to have an old dress restored.

was her wedding gown-a handmade, bespoke piece Mr. Chadwick had commissioned at great expense

dress was crafted using a rare, traditional weaving technique, with intricate

toll. Despite careful maintenance, the natural fabrics had deteriorated, and

She wanted to wear it again for a set

deeply moved. Love that

take on the project, but the repair involved advanced

to call

she shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's a handwoven ceremonial gown, considered a cultural treasure where it's

at

Chadwick explained, "Yes, I was born in a small village with a long tradition of weaving. My husband, ever the romantic, combined the fabric from my coming-of-age

smile. "Mr. Chadwick must

does. He's the reason I truly believe

husband exchanged a look and smiled. "The fabric

a group up into the mountains to pick the wild plants, then spun and wove the fibers over

know, harvesting

chimed in. "There's only a two-month window each year to harvest the fibers. But maybe, if we

a rush for the anniversary photos," Mr. Chadwick said. "Ms. Kensington, money isn't an issue. I

about this: give me three days. I'll see if I can source the right materials.

smile. "No wonder Mrs. Winslow recommended you,

back. "I should be thanking you both for your trust

personally walked

Briony picked up the