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?"

Carl's voice was heavy, "There's a situation on Mr. Wentworth's end. The earliest he can

simply repeated, "If he bails on me again, I'll take this signed agreement

is ready to let go this

just so you know I'm recording

on

Monday, I'll take this phone

Briony

phone had a built-in recording

Stewart, she'd learned to cover all

to James. James sent it over to a lawyer friend

solid,

clause, the

were

and little

hearing his friend's assessment and looking over the

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

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

I can finally go to White

surprise. "You're going

help cataloguing some artifacts. I'll be gone three or four days." James raised