Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"You're incredibly talented. With your family background, you could easily find an excellent mentor."

Vernon was only halfway through his sketch when Briony's voice cut through the quiet. He paused, lifted his head, and met her gaze.

Briony's expression was frosty. "My gallery won't be representing you. You should leave."

Vernon set his pencil down, staring at her. "Is it because Galen married my mom? Is that why you don't like me?"

"That's right." Briony looked at this boy whose mind seemed far older than his eight years and kept her voice impassive. "Because of Xenia Cooper, and because of Stewart. I want nothing to do with anyone or anything connected to them."

A flicker of panic crossed Vernon's face. He frowned, scrambling to explain, "Galen really cares about you. He and my mom are just business partners—they don't even live together."

Briony only gave a cold, dismissive smile. "I don't care. You're a child, and I'd rather not be cruel to you, but please don't come here again."

Vernon stared at her, unwilling to give up.

Briony broke eye contact and turned to Arnold. "I'm leaving now. If he still refuses to go, call the police."

Arnold nodded. "Understood."

Without another word, Briony headed straight for the exit.

catch up, refusing to let things

and he slipped in right

exasperation-why was this kid so

brow furrowed.

as if fearing she'd throw him out, said coolly, "My driver's

that, Briony

showed no sign

"Ms. Kensington?"

on the elevator wall, making it obvious she had no

Unbothered by her chilliness,

anyway. "Galen told me I should be polite to I ever

prefer if you just acted

you're really nice. Gentle with people." Vernon frowned, lowering his voice to a mutter, "But so far, you

a sharp,

cared what

the elevator

was a loud metallic bang—the elevator shuddered

Inside, darkness swallowed them.

that moment, only Briony and Vernon