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."

that heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some

earnest. "After all, it took a lot to

sigh. "It's my bad for not thinking it through.

frowned. "Mr.

to turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting. "Briony,

him, at a

arched an eyebrow with a

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

grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm running out of

a sincere suggestion. "You could just give

in a few more years I'll be forty

but

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

out a sigh, half amused, half annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a

sound like

argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head. "I'm

the door,