Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony was suddenly gripped by a sense of unease.

"Keep an eye on Little Nina. I'll go check on something," she said.

"Alright," came the reply.

As Briony stepped out of Little Nina's room, she saw Jeannie emerging from the master bedroom across the hall.

"Ms. Radcliffe, where's my suitcase?" Briony asked.

Jeannie smiled. "I put it in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom."

"Who told you to put it there?" Briony's tone turned frosty. "I'm not staying in the master."

"You're not?" Jeannie looked genuinely surprised. "But you and Mr. Wentworth are married, aren't you? I just thought-"

Briony couldn't be bothered to explain. She walked straight into the master bedroom.

She found her suitcase in the closet, then dragged it out. Just as she reached the doorway, she nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart glanced down at the suitcase in her hand. "Planning to move next door?"

"I've already compromised by coming back. Don't push your luck," Briony said, her voice cool.

Stewart's eyes narrowed. "You really insist on this?"

"This is my boundary," she replied firmly.

eyebrow, then stepped aside to let

suitcase directly

door shut behind her

Stewart. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Wentworth. I didn't realize you and your wife hadn't fully

In the

Jeannie nodded quickly. "Understood."

Dinner time.

and Jeannie

took his seat at the

dividing up her food with a child-friendly

focus-tiny hands gripping her utensils, taking one bite after another, so adorably serious that anyone watching couldn't help but

standing by exchanged

her, Jeannie couldn't help but gush, Ma'am, your little girl looks so much like you. She's absolutely precious! If I had a

faint, polite

days around Jeannie four years ago, it had been

warm and familiar, Briony

shot Jeannie a

Irwin's nanny, was allowed at the table, Crystal was entitled to eat with

for

had homework to do, and Jeannie

house soon fell much

her room to make a call when

the study. I need to talk