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.

echoed through the hall, sharp and

rooted to the spot,

"Briony!"

her arm free with a fierce

stumbled backward, barely

of ringing filled Briony's ears, and

foreboding. "Fiona, you'd better

eyed Briony up

years had passed, and if anything, Briony looked even more

losing your son

a jolt of pain deep in her chest, but her face

finger at Briony's face, her voice shri with rage. "You have the nerve to tell me how to talk? Let me make this clear, Briony-I'm

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

furious, bitter expression, lips pressed in a thin line, one hand slipping discreetly

icy. "So

say?" Fiona snapped. "Did you tell

what this

gave Stewart two choices. One: divorce me, and I'll leave the Wentworths with my daughter and never took back.

out of your

had a son, maybe I could understand you fighting for your place. But you only have a daughter, and you dare make demands