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

to the

"Briony!"

of it, yanking her arm free with a fierce

barely catching

Briony's ears, and her cheek

expression dark and foreboding.

eyed Briony up and

anything, Briony looked even more

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

in her chest, but her face grew cold and impassive.

her voice shri with rage. "You have the nerve to tell me how to talk?

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

expression, lips pressed in a

spoke, her tone icy. "So what is it you want

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

that's what this

me, and I'll leave the Wentworths with my daughter and never

of your

her hips, her eyes glinting with rage. "Briony, if you had a son, maybe I could understand you fighting for