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.

who keeps pouring bubble

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

come up with an excuse to have a little chat with

mean old

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

toy, could have seriously hurt her if it had hit

to

Just don't

know what I'm doing," James

Briony unlocked the

echoed through the hallway, quickly followed by

flustered old woman's apologies.

stood inside, listening to the commotion beyond

ten minutes, things

James rang the bell.

opened the door

house slippers. The two of them moved to the living room and sat down across

but kids his age rarely learn from this stuff.

and sighed. "You're carrying twins now.

her hand on her stomach, realizing he was

be clear: I'm still paying my share of