Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James was a tall man, which only made the fellow he was helping along seem even thinner and frailer by comparison.

At the moment, the drunken man was draped over James's shoulder, blubbering and wailing, "You don't love me, why don't you love me anymore?" in a pitiful tone.

Lorna arched an eyebrow, her red lips curving in a sly pout. Before she could stop herself, she let out a sharp, teasing wolf whistle.

James halted mid-step and looked up.

Their eyes met. A scowl creased James's brow-his annoyance with Lorna was written all over his face, plain as day even in the dim light.

But Lorna noticed and was utterly unfazed.

Her gaze drifted from the tear-streaked man to James's face.

With a provocative lift of her elegant brows, she shot James a wicked smile. "Well, well, Mr. Delaney-seems like you're irresistible to both men and women, huh?”

James shot her a glare. "Get lost."

"Ooh, touchy!" Lorna whistled again, then opened her car door and slid inside with a flourish.

Rolling down the window, she leaned out, belting in a melodramatic sing-song, "Love really takes courage to face all those rumors—"

James just stared, speechless.

Insane. Absolutely insane.

fired up the engine, slowly backing out of her

at James one last time, lips curving into an impish

luxury car darted onto the main road, vanishing into the night faster than

breath about Stewart's terrible taste in friends as he

was nearly one in the morning by

hushed in the deep hours of night. James made his way straight to his room, washed

...

cries

was a

Stella,

Once

the queen of

now had her internal clock firmly set

still fast asleep beside her, then slipped

the bedroom door, stepped into the hallway, and gently closed it behind

the door did Briony slowly open

at all-she'd finally drifted off after three, only to wake from a restless dream before five.

to sleep so Stella

hope of more rest, Briony got up

was lacing up his