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.

...

had just finished her prenatal checkup-everything was normal. One baby

back, her

and they need someone for a key shot.

"When

right away. They'll film at The Antiquarian Society, just a close-up of the restoration work, using a camera gimbal. It shouldn't take more than half an hour

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And make sure your driver takes

"Of course."

so, Gwendolyn White, seated beside Briony, caught every

grumbled. "Carney just can't say no to anyone! Now you're running around doing favors when you should be

just one shot.

of my

patted her stomach, saying

arrived at The Antiquarian Society, Anstice was

crew.

they all headed into the restoration

gimbal was relatively simple and perfect for the

put on gloves, and

less than twenty minutes,

shook Briony's hand. "Ms. Kensington, thank you for your