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."

an eyebrow. She had no

to force yourself, Mrs. Clarke. But be warned-if you come here and disturb me again,

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

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

to apologize!" she blurted out, then

messed up, I shouldn't have hit you

stared at Fiona in

arrogant as Fiona-kneeling

at Carl. "Whatever her reasons for apologizing,

hesitated, lips pressed together, before finally nodding. "I'm sorry for the

bent down to help Fiona

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 said if you

that's what

and leave, or

option, Carl dragged a struggling Fiona out

the doorway, Fiona clung desperately to

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

on the tip

just heard the world's