Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony tossed the card straight into the trash.

"If anyone sends flowers again, just have them returned on the spot."

"But if the order's already accepted, the delivery guy can't just take them back, can he?"

"Then tell them if they try again, I'll file a complaint. Make it clear."

Hannah nodded briskly. "Got it!"

Briony turned and headed toward her office.

She hadn't even reached the door when a woman's furious voice erupted outside

"Briony, get out here right now!"

Briony froze mid-step and turned back.

Fiona, ignoring Hannah's attempts to hold her back, stormed in, shouting and shoving Hannah aside as she made a beeline for Briony.

"Ma'am, please, calm down..." Hannah tried to catch up and restrain Fiona.

Briony didn't want to engage. She pivoted toward her office again.

But before she could get away, Fiona shoved past Hannah and grabbed Briony's arm in a vice-like grip.

Jerked around, Briony barely had time to react before Fiona's palm struck her hard across the face.

the hall, sharp

stood rooted to the

"Briony!"

of it, yanking her arm free with a fierce

stumbled backward, barely catching her

ringing filled Briony's ears, and her cheek

dark and foreboding. "Fiona, you'd better have a

Briony

passed, and if anything, Briony looked even more striking than before.

"Seems like losing your son didn't affect you much

a jolt of pain deep in her chest, but her face grew cold and impassive. She

voice shri with rage. "You have the nerve to tell me how to talk? Let me make this clear, Briony-I'm here today as Mrs. Wentworth, as drwin's grandmother, and I want

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

Fiona's furious, bitter expression, lips pressed in a thin line, one hand slipping discreetly into

"So what is it you

Fiona snapped. "Did you

what this

the Wentworths with my daughter and never took back. Or two: send Irwin away, because as long as I

of your

"Briony, if you had a son, maybe I could understand you fighting for your place. But you only have