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

smile at something James had said. There was something captivating about her-her features were gentle, beautiful in a

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

here and

eyes. "You don't know what you're

her fork down, her voice rising. "What's with the attitude? I just called you out, you

baby you," Jason shot back, standing up with

girlfriend stared at him, stunned.

don't like drama queens." He lit a cigarette, smirking as he spoke around it. "Honestly, I thought you'd keep my interest for at least a month. Clearly, I overestimated

She was speechless.

to my assistant. He'll wire it to

Jason waved her off and strode away without

there, frozen in disbelief before abruptly snapping out of it and

don't

turned to stare at the unfolding breakup scene-including

As in, Jason Prescott?

a bite of fish cake and

Grandpa even told me to stop by and pay my respects to the elder Mr.

over, mildly intrigued.

"Jewell Delaney."

mean Jewell Delaney, the national

Professor Winslow took me on as his last disciple