Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 49

After Jason fired off his message, the group chat went quiet. No one replied. Jason: [Seriously? It's barely eleven, and you're all ghosting me?]

A few seconds ticked by...

Rosita: [Jason, can you not always take shots at Ms. Kensington like that?]

Jason: [What did I say that was so wrong? I literally saw her last night at Moonlight with Mack and his spoiled buddies, and the next minute she's out grabbing a late-night bite with James!]

Rosita: [That's Ms. Kensington's private life. She can do what she wants. Talking behind her back like this isn't right.]

Jason rolled his eyes at his phone.

Jason: [Rosita, you've been sheltered by Stewart for too long. You have no idea- some women will stoop to anything to climb the ladder. If it gets them what they want, nothing's off limits!]

Rosita: [If you keep talking like this, Jason, I'm seriously going to get mad.] Jason: "..."

Was he really in the wrong here?

Briony had literally been photographed with Stewart, and Rosita still managed to say something so naïve? It drove Jason up the wall-she was just too innocent for her own good.

Did she really think he cared about Briony for his own sake? Sure, Briony was gorgeous, but she wasn't remotely his type. The only reason he bothered paying attention was for Rosita's sake. Otherwise, he wouldn't waste a second on Briony.

Too bad Rosita was so easily taken in by Stewart, she didn't have the slightest sense of self-preservation.

across the room at

captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that was striking

looking at?" his girlfriend snapped, following his gaze. The moment she saw Briony, her face

right here and you're gawking

eyes. "You

voice rising. "What's with the attitude? I just

you do? I'm not here to baby you," Jason

stunned. "What

queens." He lit a cigarette, smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd

She was speechless.

want the breakup compensation, talk to my assistant. He'll wire it to

off and

before abruptly snapping out of

please, I don't want to

turned to stare at the unfolding

in, Jason Prescott? Don't tell me

fish cake and nodded.

on good terms with Jason's grandfather. When I came to Northborough, Grandpa even told me to stop by

over, mildly intrigued. "Who's

"Jewell Delaney."

shot up. "You mean Jewell Delaney, the national porcelain

grinned, chin lifted in pride. "That's him. But for the record, Professor Winslow took me on as his last disciple because of my own talent, not