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."

out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a

your character, Mr. Maynard. I just really need my rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a

bad for not thinking it through. So, you

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

you going to turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with

stared at him, at a loss

arched an eyebrow with a

her temple. "Maynard, are you five years

do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're

suggestion. "You could just

putting on a wounded look. "Briony, in a few more

but laugh

accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump me

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

sound like a joke, but I'm

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

door, Maynard's