Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Let me in!"

A commotion erupted outside.

Briony set the agreement down on her desk and had just stood up to investigate when the office door burst open.

Fiona Clarke rushed inside.

Behind her, Hannah Lane was being held back by Carl Shaw.

Briony frowned. "What's going on?"

"Briony, they're completely out of line! I told them they couldn't come in, but they barged in anyway," Hannah protested.

Carl stepped forward and nodded politely to Briony. "Ma'am, please forgive the intrusion. Mr. Wentworth asked me to bring Mrs. Clarke here to apologize to you in person."

An apology from Fiona?

What on earth was Stewart playing at?

Carl glanced at Fiona, his tone a reminder. "Mrs. Clarke, Mr. Wentworth said you have five minutes."

Fiona's expression shifted at that.

Facing Briony, she looked awkward, as if the words tasted bitter. "I was wrong before. I'm sorry."

She had

Clarke. But be warned-if you come here and disturb

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

him a resentful look but, after a moment's hesitation, clenched her

really am here to apologize!" she blurted out, then suddenly dropped to

messed up, I shouldn't have hit you before. Ms. Kensington, please

stared at Fiona

as arrogant as Fiona-kneeling to

Carl. "Whatever her reasons for apologizing, this is nothing but

together, before finally nodding. "I'm

down to help Fiona up. "Come on,

frantic, shaking him off and tearfully pleading with Briony Briony, please forgive me! If you don't, Stewart's going to ship me

that's what

and leave, or

a struggling Fiona out

the doorway, Fiona clung

ask Carl, "Stewart signed the divorce papers. I've looked them over and everything seems fine. Could you ask him when he wants to go to city

hesitated, words on the tip of his

heard the world's best joke. "When? Let me tell you, he can't