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."

arched an eyebrow. She had no use

But be warned-if you come here and

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

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

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

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

stared at Fiona

arrogant as Fiona-kneeling

her reasons for apologizing,

lips pressed together, before finally nodding.

help Fiona up. "Come on,

forgive me! If you don't, Stewart's

what this was

unmoved. "Take your wife and leave,

other option, Carl dragged a struggling Fiona out

the doorway, Fiona clung desperately to the

signed the divorce papers. I've looked them over and everything seems fine.

on the tip of his

laughing, as if she'd just heard the world's best joke. "When? Let