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 for

come

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

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

blurted out, then suddenly dropped to

up, I shouldn't have hit

stared at Fiona in

arrogant as Fiona-kneeling to

apologizing, this is nothing but harassment to me.

before finally nodding.

help Fiona up. "Come

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 forgive me, I

that's what

"Take your wife and leave, or I'll

option, Carl dragged a struggling Fiona out of

the doorway, Fiona clung desperately to the

signed the divorce papers. I've looked them over and everything seems fine. Could you ask him

words on the tip of his

she'd just heard the world's best joke. "When? Let me tell you,