Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Even if, by some miracle, she actually met the right person in the future, Briony would need at least two or three years to really get to know him before she'd even consider marrying again.

So Stewart's clause didn't feel like much of a restriction at all.

Three years-it wasn't a lifetime.

"This condition doesn't really affect me," Briony said. "What worries me is whether Stewart's lawyer has hidden any legal traps in the agreement."

Mr. Hughes nodded. "I understand your concerns, Ms. Kensington. After all, this was drawn up personally by Attorney Wentworth, so I was extra careful reviewing it. But as far as I can tell, there's nothing questionable in this version."

"That's a relief, then, Mr. Hughes. Thank you."

Just then, Briony's phone rang.

It was Carl.

She answered, "Carl? Did you talk to Stewart? What did he say?"

"I spoke to Mr. Wentworth," Carl replied. "He said the soonest you can both sign

the divorce papers at the courthouse is next Monday."

Next Monday.

Today was Monday-so, another week.

Briony frowned. "Can't we do it tomorrow?"

on Mr. Wentworth's end. The earliest he can make it is

on it. She simply repeated, "If he bails on me

have my word." Carl sounded tired. "Mr. Wentworth really is ready to let go this time. He won't

just so you know I'm recording

paused on the

Monday, I'll take this phone recording and the signed agreement to

that, Briony hung

phone had a

played so many times by Stewart, she'd learned

evening, back home, Briony showed the divorce agreement to James. James sent it over to

quickly: the agreement was solid, and aside from the "no

the other

were

and little Nina's

and looking over the agreement

did Stewart suddenly turn over a new leaf?" James ran a hand through his hair

trust him completely," Briony admitted, "but at least now we have his

can

in surprise. "You're

gone three or four days." James raised an eyebrow at her. "Don worry-I'll be back in time for your divorce appointment. I wouldn't miss