Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony was deep in conversation with Ferdinand when she suddenly caught Rosita's gaze. She hesitated, turning her head.

Their eyes met. Rosita curled her lips in a faint, almost dismissive smile, then turned back to respond gently to the guest beside her, as if nothing had happened.

Briony watched her, her eyes cool and unreadable.

Ferdinand leaned in, lowering his voice. "What's wrong?"

Briony pulled her gaze away. "It's nothing," she replied softly.

Ferdinand glanced briefly at Rosita, then looked back to Briony.

Briony slouched against the back of her camping chair, expression blank as Rosita chatted easily with the other guests.

But behind Rosita's serene eyes, Briony saw something darker-a simmering resentment.

Ferdinand's attention drifted to Mary, who caught his eye. She raised an elegant brow, a silent question passing between them before he looked away.

The other guests were clustered around Rosita, eager for her attention.

she'd been feeling

special overseas trip, spending tens of thousands on some high-end laser treatment; now, her skin was in the best shape it had ever been. Even without

on, quietly envious;

top of her recent comeback, Rosita's renewed popularity made everyone

soaking up every second, her earlier worries about being exposed

cocktails for

to Briony. "Do you

the peach cocktail in his hand. "I can," she

great, but she could handle a

for her, poured it into

with a quiet "Thank

of it—just offered her a gentle smile

through the evening air. With a little alcohol in

Rosita a glass of warm water. "Ms. Lockwood, you're

a gentle smile. "It's probably just all the late-night filming lately. I've got a bit of a headache, but it's

everyone knows how professional you are on set, Tony said. "And I heard this is a big production-lots of scenes that require

this one involves much more traditional culture, which definitely makes filming harder. But the upside is, working with the director and all these