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.

the limelight. Although she claimed she'd been feeling under the weather, her radiant features didn't

now, her skin was in the best shape it had ever been. Even without makeup, she

looked on, quietly envious; the

recent comeback, Rosita's renewed popularity made everyone even more

up every second, her earlier worries about

out cocktails for

over to Briony.

the peach cocktail in his hand.

wasn't great, but she could handle

a peach-flavored one for her, poured it into a

took it with a quiet "Thank

a big deal of it—just offered her a gentle smile and

drifted through the evening air. With a little alcohol in their systems, everyone loosened up, the conversation

warm water. "Ms. Lockwood, you're

gentle smile. "It's probably just all the late-night filming lately. I've got

this is a big production-lots of scenes that require real expertise. That

roles, this one involves much more traditional culture, which definitely makes filming harder. But the upside is, working