Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 199

"Wedding invitation?" James leaned over for a look. "No way! Stewart and Rosita's? Who sent this, Rosita herself? Has she lost her mind?"

Briony's lips curled coldly. Without a word, she tossed the invitation straight into the trash.

"She's doing this just to get under your skin!" James fumed, bending down to fish the envelope out of the bin. "Hold on, let me check the address. On their big day, I should send this pair of losers a whole stack of Monopoly money as a wedding gift!"

Briony just stared at him, unamused.

"Don't stoop to their level," she replied, her tone calm and even. "Let's just focus on living our own lives."

James was still seething, but seeing how unbothered Briony seemed like she'd truly moved on-he let it drop.

With a snap of his wrist, he flung the invitation back into the trash.

Dolphin Cove.

The elevator chimed on the 32nd floor, its doors sliding open as Briony and James stepped out.

"Monster, take this-!"

A little boy's shout rang out, and a toy wooden sword jabbed straight toward Briony's stomach.

Briony frowned, about to dodge, but James was quicker. He stepped in front of her, catching the wooden sword in his large hand, and with the other, grabbed the boy by the ear.

keeps pouring bubble solution all

swatting at James's hand and trying to wrench his sword free, but he was no match for James's grip. Scowling, he glared up at him. "Let go of

wondering how to come up with an

know you! You're a mean old

Briony. "You go inside. I'll handle this little

expression had darkened. That sword, even if just a toy, could have seriously hurt her if

really needed to learn

in. Just don't go overboard," she

know what I'm doing," James assured

Briony unlocked the door

wailing echoed through the hallway,

flustered old woman's apologies.

listening to

ten minutes, things

James rang the bell.

opened the door

the door behind him, and traded his shoes for house slippers. The two of them moved to the living room and sat down across from each other on the sofa, neither speaking for

broke the silence. "You should move in with me. I know I taught that kid a lesson today, but kids his age rarely learn from this stuff. And that old lady-she seemed apologetic, but honestly, I think she was just

his lips together and sighed. "You're carrying

on her stomach,

I'll move in with you. But let's be clear: I'm still paying my