Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Gwendolyn White could tell from Carney's expression that things with Stewart at the airport hadn't gone well.

In front of Briony, though, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Once they were back home, Gwendolyn asked the housekeeper to make Briony a bowl of noodles and ladled out some nourishing chicken broth for her to have first.

While Briony sipped the soup in the kitchen, Gwendolyn quietly pulled Carney into the bedroom.

"You talked to Stewart at the airport?"

Carney let out a bitter laugh. "The man's a bully with too much power and far too little shame."

Gwendolyn frowned. "He's still refusing to sign the divorce papers?"

He sighed heavily. "Stewart's a control freak. I told him plainly we want to make Bryn our goddaughter. I even spoke to him as a family elder, but he just put on that fake smile and brushed me off."

"I saw this coming a long time ago," Gwendolyn said with a weary sigh. "That's why I suggested the Chadwicks get in touch with Bryn. Thank goodness she's strong enough to carve out her own path."

Carney looked surprised. "So you'd already planned a backup for her?"

"What else did you expect?" Gwendolyn shot him a look. "You're a man yourself— after all these years, do you still not know your own kind's weaknesses?"

Carney protested, "Come on, don't lump me in with the rest. I'm one of the good ones everyone says so!"

She smacked his arm with a laugh. "Always so glib! Anyway, keep an eye on Stewart these next few days. Don't let him bother Bryn again. She deserves some peace to finish her work."

"Aye aye, ma'am!" Carney gave a mock salute.

***

The next day, on set.

promotional video for The Antiquarian Society,

provided: a cream-colored dress that flowed to her ankles. Her long dark hair was swept up with a simple hairpin, exposing her graceful neck and accentuating her fair

a touch of natural

Briony stepped out from behind the screen, everyone fell silent, momentarily

gaze flickered when he noticed her, and he narrowed

he saw her fully transformed, as if she'd

swallowed, his

video was no small feat, especially when high

camera demanded

time in front of the lens, but she exceeded

noon, she'd wrapped her

help but exclaim, "Ms. Kensington has such screen presence. If she entered

director and crew

was back in the dressing

for lunch and would bring her back in the

Still, Gwendolyn, worried about her

was more

an hour, Briony had finished all

out of her costume and back

only paused to say goodbye

“Is there bad blood

"She's still mad at

raised an

***

every day— partly to look after her, partly to make sure Stewart didn't

but thankfully, kept his

In her downtime, she texted Stella whenever possible-calls were nearly impossible, with the poor signal in the mountains,