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?"

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

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

"Mr. Wentworth really is

so you know

on the other

Stewart doesn't show up next Monday, I'll take this

Briony hung

phone had a built-in

being played so many times by Stewart, she'd learned to cover all her

James. James sent it over to a lawyer friend for a

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

clause, the

were

and little Nina's

looking over the agreement again,

turn over a new leaf?" James ran a hand through his

now we have his

"Now I can finally go to White City with a clear

him in surprise. "You're going to White

afternoon. They need help cataloguing some artifacts. I'll be 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