Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The security guard stepped forward, his face cautious. "What's going on here?"

"Police investigation. Here's the search warrant," one of the officers replied, flashing the document.

The guard barely glanced at the paperwork before unlocking the main gate. But when it came to the front door, they hit a snag the security code.

"I don't have the code, either," the guard admitted, shrugging helplessly.

James jabbed the doorbell again and again. No one answered.

"Break the window!" he barked, his impatience boiling over. "I'll take responsibility for whatever happens."

There really wasn't any other choice.

Glass shattered. The police swept into Southcreek Manor. They scoured every room, every corner. There wasn't a single sign of Briony or anyone else.

"How is this possible?" James stared at the empty mansion, anxiety clawing at his chest. He felt completely lost.

The police eventually withdrew, finding nothing.

James slumped on the front steps, burying his head in his hands. He'd tried calling Briony all night, but her phone never connected.

Sensing something was seriously wrong, he'd called Crystal.

Crystal had told him Briony was away on a last-minute business trip, but said they'd been exchanging messages. Still, James knew Briony. Her daughter, Little Nina, meant everything to her. Even when traveling for work, she always made time for a daily call or video chat. Two days without a single call? Completely out of character.

told him

landed, he went straight

They found nothing.

Briony had vanished.

first suspicion fell on Stewart. He'd searched Stewart's law firm

in

the only place in Northborough he could think

through his hair. Where could Stewart have

white Porsche Cayenne pulled up beside his Range Rover. Cedric

"Mr. Delaney."

hope flickering in his tired eyes. He sprang to his feet.

grave. "What I can confirm is that they're no

stared at him, stunned. "You're saying Stewart

a private jet, so it's hard to trace.

.n

I don't think Stewart would do anything to

that's not harm, what is? What did

do to deserve getting mixed up with a bastard like

silent, realizing nothing

that moment, James' phone rang. He glanced at the screen-surprise

answered quickly. "You've heard about