Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Rosita's palm had been cut deep, requiring more than a dozen stitches. Her hand was now swaddled in thick bandages.

When the director heard about the accident, he looked genuinely distressed.

Rosita had prepared extensively for this film. She'd even trained for several close- up restoration shots that were crucial to the story. Now, with her injury, finding a replacement on such short notice was going to be tough.

Lying in her hospital bed, Rosita decided to call the director herself.

She had a suggestion: "Briony is a highly skilled conservator. Plus, her mentor, Professor Winslow, went to college with our camera supervisor, Anstice. I actually heard Anstice mention just a few days ago that Professor Winslow is in Silveridge at the moment. Director, maybe you could ask Anstice to reach out and see if Professor Winslow can help us out."

The director seemed interested. "A student of Professor Winslow? That's impressive. But do you know this Ms. Kensington personally?"

"We've met a few times, but to be honest, Ms. Kensington doesn't care for me. So, if Anstice asks Professor Winslow for help, it's probably best not to mention me at all. Just say we need someone for a few detailed restoration shots. That should be enough."

"Alright, I'll check with Anstice right away."

As soon as she hung up, Rosita handed her phone to Daisy. "Can you go back to the hotel and grab me something more low-key to wear? I need to step out for a bit."

Daisy's brow creased with concern. "Rosita, you're hurt. You really should be resting!"

"I'll be fine. I just have some personal business to take care of," Rosita replied with a reassuring smile. "Just hurry back, okay?"

"Alright," Daisy said softly, reluctantly turning to leave.

...

baby was about three pounds, the other a little more,

back,

and they need someone for a key shot. Normally, I'd have

said. "When do they want to

the restoration

we're just leaving the

make sure your driver

"Of course."

was excellent, but even so, Gwendolyn White, seated

say no to

one shot. Really,

Carney a piece of my mind when we get there," Gwendolyn

smiled and patted her stomach,

Antiquarian Society, Anstice was

crew.

made the introductions, they all

simple and perfect for the close-ups they

put on gloves, and began working from the angles the director

less than twenty minutes, they

Briony's hand. "Ms. Kensington,