Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony answered the phone when Ferdinand called.

They arranged to meet at a café downstairs from her studio.

Ever since Briony learned about Ferdinand's connection to Stewart, she'd grown noticeably more distant with him.

And Ferdinand, of course, had picked up on it.

They chose a table by the window.

Outside, traffic streamed past in a constant blur; inside, soft music drifted through the air.

A server brought their drinks.

Briony had ordered a black coffee-no milk, no sugar-the textbook choice for a much-needed pick-me-up.

Ferdinand, ever the health-conscious doctor, opted for a glass of lemon water.

He couldn't hide his mild surprise when he saw her with the coffee.

his throat, his voice gentle. "Coffee isn't exactly good for you, you know. You might want

her expression calm and reserved. "Mr. Ellsworth, if you have something

her, his

moment, but now that he could feel

back to the Wentworth family. I'm reclaiming my place." Ferdinand's eyes searched hers, his tone soft. "Stewart's probably heard by

stayed cool, her face

I are divorced. The

first." Ferdinand managed a bitter smile. "After all, Mario is

then I'm afraid I'd actually prefer for Stewart to lose the Wentworth power." Briony's tone was icy. "That way, Mario could finally come back to me. Frankly, that would

"It's not just me going back. My

That made Briony pause.

my father.... I can't promise anything about him." Ferdinand went on, "Truth is, I never wanted to fight for the inheritance. Bryn, it's

at him.

a breath. "It goes back to the story of my parents

them, years