Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

By the time Briony finally made it back to the studio, dawn was already breaking. Utterly exhausted, she changed into pajamas and collapsed into bed, falling

asleep almost instantly.

She had no idea how long she'd been out when a frantic knocking at the door jolted her awake.

Her eyes flew open and she stared at the familiar ceiling, breath coming quick and shallow. It took her a moment to gather her wits.

She'd been dreaming.

In the dream, she was standing above a river of blood, so vivid it made her shudder. Somewhere in the distance, an infant's cries echoed in her ears...

From outside the room, Hannah's voice rang out. "Briony? Are you awake?"

Her lashes fluttered. Briony pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

The room spun as she stood, her body heavy and unsteady.

"Briony? Briony..." Hannah's voice grew more anxious.

"I'm coming," Briony croaked, forcing herself upright and shuffling to the door.

soon as the door swung open, Hannah let out a sigh

me half to death. It's ten o'clock and you still hadn't

something had

was nothing if not a creature of habit; she never slept

though, she clearly

fine," she rasped, her

frowned, giving her a once-over. "You don't look

forehead. It did feel

been overworked lately," she said. "A few days of rest and I'll be good

won't do," Hannah insisted, placing a hand on Briony's forehead. "You've got a fever! You need to

grimaced. "It's too much trouble. I'll just take

don't want to

I just need some

able to stand, Briony retreated to her bed and lay back

unconvinced. "There's a nasty

her. Then, shifting topics, she said, "We're shutting the studio down for the year. Have finance pay everyone's salary in advance—

in shock.

well this year, but with those numbers, the total

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