Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 103

Briony's surgery was scheduled for the eighth of January.

Stella's vacation had just ended, and on the seventh, she needed to return to the hospital. Still, she couldn't help but worry, so she called Briony-only to find out Briony had already gone out for the day.

That morning, Briony had arranged to meet with a realtor to tour houses on the edge of Pearbrook, in the neighborhood known as Whispering Pines Estates.

She had her eye on a particular standalone house, the one closest to the riverbank.

After walking through the property, Briony turned to the realtor and said, "My mother loves gardening."

The realtor, not knowing the full story, immediately beamed. "Then this place is perfect! Look at the backyard—it's big enough for all the flowers, shrubs, and trees she might want. Your mom will absolutely love it here."

Briony regarded the realtor for a moment, then gave a faint smile. "Yes. She would love it."

"You could convert the front yard into an open carport," the realtor continued eagerly, "and over there maybe add a koi pond? If your mother enjoys gardening, I imagine she'd like having fish as well."

Briony's smile lingered, gentle but distant. "Yes. I'll take it."

Even so early in the year, Pearbrook's riverfront was still bustling with people. Briony wasn't ready to go home. She wanted to walk by the water for a while.

It was a bright, clear day-the wind calm, but the air still biting cold.

dress under her black down coat,

intersection, the traffic light turned red. Pedestrians stopped at the curb, but Briony, lost

horn shattered the

to see a

"Watch out!"

strong hand grabbed her arm. Before she could react, she was yanked out of harm's way

head out, shouting, "Hey! Watch where you're going! If you want to get yourself killed, at least don't drag the rest of us into it.

arm around Briony, steadying her, and raised his other hand in apology. "I'm

driver scoffed, rolled up his window,

her breath and gently

let her go, his face etched with concern. "Are you

glanced up at him, managing a faint, wry smile.

James wasn't buying it.

to check on Briony-if he hadn't been there, things could

you

by the river for a bit," Briony

then paused and turned back, reaching for

at him,

"What?" she asked.

a car just now. I'm holding on to

flushed, a bit embarrassed. "I'm fine. I