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.

isn't exactly good for you, you know. You might want to cut

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

looked at her,

could feel Briony's detachment so clearly, a dull

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

cool,

I are divorced. The Wentworths' business isn't

"After all, Mario is a

this is about Mario, 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

"It's not just me

That made Briony pause.

never wanted to fight for the inheritance. Bryn, it's because of you. Because of Mario. That's the only reason I'm

at him. "What

goes back to the story of my parents

of them, years