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!"

out of it, yanking her

backward, barely

Briony's ears, and her cheek burned with

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

Briony up and

Briony looked even more striking

your son didn't affect

deep in her chest, but her face grew

Fiona jabbed a finger at Briony's face, her voice shri with rage. "You have the nerve to tell me how to talk? Let me make this

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

in a thin line,

she spoke, her tone icy. "So what

to say?" Fiona snapped. "Did

that's what this is

cold, humorless laugh. "I gave Stewart two choices. One: divorce me, and I'll leave the Wentworths with my daughter and never

out of your

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