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.

through the hall,

stood rooted to the

"Briony!"

yanking her arm

barely catching

ears, and her cheek burned with a fiery

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

eyed Briony

years had passed, and if anything, Briony looked even more striking than before. Clearly, time

spat, "Seems like losing your son didn't affect you

her face grew

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

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

expression, lips pressed in a thin

spoke, her tone icy. "So what is

want to say?" Fiona snapped. "Did you tell Stewart to kick

what this is

leave the Wentworths with my daughter and never took back. Or two: send Irwin away, because as long as I stay with my daughter, there's no place for Irwin in

of

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