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.

the room

her lips curling in a soft, reserved smile at something James had said. There was something captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a way that was striking

looking at?" his girlfriend snapped, following his gaze.

I'm sitting right here and

irritation flashing in his eyes. "You

attitude? I just

Jason shot back, standing up with

stunned. "What did you

drama queens." He lit a cigarette, smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd keep my interest for at least

She was speechless.

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

waved her off and strode away without

there, frozen in disbelief before abruptly snapping

I don't want to

the unfolding

Prescott? Don't tell me he's from the Prescott

of fish cake

I came to Northborough, Grandpa even told me to stop by and pay my respects to the elder Mr. Prescott

mildly

"Jewell Delaney."

up. "You mean Jewell Delaney, the national porcelain

me on as his last disciple