Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Presidential Suite, Westerhaven Hotel.

Briony sat at the vanity, smoothing moisturizer into her skin.

A knock sounded at the door.

She got up and opened it.

On the threshold, Maynard leaned against the frame, arms folded. "Care to watch a movie together?"

Briony paused, surprised. "What movie?"

"The new Titanic remake."

She glanced at the clock-barely ten o'clock.

Since her recovery, her routine had settled into a strict rhythm.

Besides, of all movies, he picked that one...

Briony offered Maynard a polite smile. "Sorry, but it's already my bedtime."

you really that heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you

was earnest. "After all, it took a lot to get my life

not thinking it through. So,

frowned. "Mr.

down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright

at a loss

you so afraid of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I promise I don't

temple. "Maynard, are you five years old? Are you really trying to win me over

Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm running

suggestion. "You could

in a few more

couldn't help but laugh out of

not just accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump me

feelings aren't a joke. I know you like

"It might sound like

argue with you," Briony said, shaking

door,