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."

eyebrow. She had no

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

"You-"

Carl coughed sharply.

shot him a resentful look but,

really am here to apologize!" she blurted out, then suddenly dropped to her knees in front of

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

at

arrogant as Fiona-kneeling

reasons for apologizing, this is nothing but harassment to me.

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

to help Fiona up. "Come on,

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 can

that's what this

your wife and leave, or I'll call

dragged a struggling Fiona out

clung

over and everything seems fine. Could you ask him when he wants to go to city hall to

words on the

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