Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"You know, now that you mention it, I do remember you used to have a really nice camera back in high school. But then I don't think I ever saw you taking pictures after that."

"It was in my junior year. I actually got into a huge fight with my mom over it. She got so upset she had a stroke-half her body went numb. Thank God we got her to the hospital in time, and after surgery and some rehab, she made a full recovery. After that, though, I put the camera away and buried myself in my medical textbooks."

Briony hadn't expected a story like that.

She didn't really know what to say about Scarlett's decision.

After all, that was Stella's mother.

"So what are you planning now?" Briony asked.

"I've been out of the hospital for over four years. Even if I went back, it'd take ages to get used to it all again. Instead, I figure, why not take this chance to be true to myself and actually chase my dreams for once?"

"I think you should!" Briony encouraged her. "Start over, pick a new major, or even teach yourself—it doesn't matter. If you're passionate about something, you'll pick it up twice as fast."

"That's exactly what I think! Tomorrow I'm going to dig out my old camera from the attic. It's been years, but there are still so many photos on it, most of them of you!"

"Me?" Briony laughed, surprised. "Are you saying you were secretly taking pictures of me?"

no idea how photogenic you are! Sometimes I wish I swung the other way-if I did, I'd totally try to seduce

Briony: "..."

rest of the night talking, the conversation stretching out until almost three in the morning, when sleep finally crept up

yawn, they each rolled over and drifted into

at THE

his white Range Rover, tossing his

strode toward the doors, long legs eating up the pavement, phone pressed to his ear. On the line was his friend, too heartbroken

are you?"

"I'm at THE

Nobody wants me,

pinched the bridge

miserable, James.

staying single. Love

man... What even is love anyway? Just suffering and—” Aretching sound

stopped in front of the entrance, closed his eyes, and took a steadying breath. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Joseph Holland, where the hell are

THE WORLD. Your friend is at Bar

on my way. Please keep