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."

had no use for

But be warned-if you come here and disturb me again, I'll call the police every single

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

resentful look but, after a

out, then suddenly dropped

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

stared at Fiona

arrogant as Fiona-kneeling

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

before finally nodding. "I'm sorry

bent down to help Fiona up. "Come on,

shaking him off and tearfully pleading with Briony Briony, please forgive me! If you don't, Stewart's going to ship me off overseas. I don't want to go! He

what this

remained unmoved. "Take your wife and leave,

option, Carl dragged a

clung desperately

I've looked them over and everything seems fine. Could you ask him when he wants to

the tip of his

Fiona suddenly burst out laughing, as if she'd just heard the world's best joke. "When? Let me tell you,