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."

half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some creep?

rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a lot to get my life back on track.

for not thinking it through. So,

"Mr. Maynard,

again?" He cut her off, eyes bright

stared at him, at a loss

arched an eyebrow

pressed her fingers to her temple. "Maynard, are you five years old? Are you really trying

"You're

sincere suggestion. "You could

thirty-six," Maynard replied, putting on a wounded look. "Briony, in a few more

couldn't help but laugh out

for a couple of years, and then

aren't a joke. I know you

might sound

can't argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head. "I'm going to

she closed the door, Maynard's hand