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.

in the limelight. Although she claimed she'd been feeling under the weather, her radiant

some high-end laser treatment; now, her skin was in the best

women looked on, quietly envious; the men, visibly

comeback, Rosita's renewed popularity made everyone

earlier worries about being exposed now a

cocktails for everyone-not too strong, and

leaned over to Briony. "Do

in his hand. "I can," she said

great, but she could handle

for her, poured it into a glass, and

with a

offered her a gentle smile and poured himself a

the evening air. With a little alcohol in their systems,

Rosita a glass of warm water. "Ms. Lockwood, you're not feeling

you," Rosita replied with a gentle smile. "It's probably just all the late-night filming lately. I've got a bit of a headache, but it's an old problem. I'm used to

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

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