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.

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

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

Despite careful maintenance, the natural fabrics had

to restore it. She wanted to wear it again for a set of golden anniversary photos

that steadfast was a rare thing

take on the project, but the repair

Hannah to

she shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's a

looked at Mrs.

Mrs. 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 ceremony with my wedding gown. He asked the village

smile. "Mr. Chadwick must love you

He's the reason I truly

her husband exchanged a look and

gathered by my husband himself-he led a group up into the mountains to pick the wild plants, then spun and wove the fibers over many months. It took ages just to

nodded thoughtfully. "From what I know, harvesting

window each year to harvest the fibers. But

Mr. Chadwick said. "Ms. Kensington, money isn't an issue. I just

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

wonder Mrs. Winslow recommended you,

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

personally walked the

picked up