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.

good for you, you

aware." Briony met his gaze, her expression calm and reserved. "Mr.

looked at her,

for this moment, but now that he could feel Briony's detachment so

back to the Wentworth family. I'm reclaiming my place." Ferdinand's eyes searched

cool, her

The Wentworths' business isn't

"After all, Mario is a Wentworth by blood-the family's

Stewart to lose the Wentworth power." Briony's tone was icy. "That way,

"It's not just me going back. My father is returning

That made Briony pause.

on Mario, but 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 because of you. Because of Mario. That's the only

eyes at him.

took a breath. "It goes back to

them, years