Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 199

Chapter 200

It was just before nine o'clock, and Briony had nearly finished packing up her

things when her phone rang.

It was Stewart.

She set down what she was holding and answered the call.

"I'm coming back to Northborough today." Stewart's deep voice carried through the line.

Briony's tone was calm, almost indifferent. “So, are we meeting this afternoon to finalize the divorce papers, or will it be tomorrow?"

"This afternoon's a bit rushed."

"Bryn, do you want to take these books with you?" James called out from the living room.

Briony turned her head and replied, "Yeah, bring them all."

"Alright, I'll pack them up for you. Though, I've got copies of a few of these at my place already-should I leave those?"

"That's fine," Briony answered.

Stewart's voice cut in, sharp with suspicion. "Are you moving house?" Briony frowned, a hint of irritation flickering across her face. "That's not really your concern. Since you're busy this

ignored her answer and pressed on, "Are you

tone turning cold. "I've held up my end of the bargain. I hope you'll do the same. Tomorrow morning, nine o'clock,

the

stretched out for half a minute before

reply brought a sense of relief. Briony hung

from Dolphin Cove to James's

away for privacy. James had once told her that his father, a hopeless romantic,

age as Gina and, hearing Briony was expecting, had done plenty of research on how to care for

the sunniest room, saying it was best for

Retreat, she felt warmth settle over her-a sense of home she hadn't realized

to prepare a hearty dinner, most of it tailored for

creamy, nourishing fish soup was perfectly seasoned; James had a bowl, but wouldn't

urged him, "It's really good, you should

dramatically. "If I have

Briony was speechless.

a few photos of the warmly

Then he called.

his usual straightforward way, “Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Kensington has definitely moved in with James

nothing. He simply hung

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