Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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.

house?" Briony frowned, a hint of irritation flickering across her face. "That's not really your

pressed on, "Are you moving

I don't owe you any explanations about my personal life," Briony replied, her patience finally snapping, her tone turning cold. "I've held up my end of the bargain. I hope you'll do the

from the

a minute

brought a sense of relief. Briony hung

from Dolphin Cove to James's place took

that his father, a hopeless romantic, had bought the place as a honeymoon retreat years ago and even named it

Marlene, was about the same age as Gina and, hearing Briony was expecting,

the sunniest room, saying

warmth settle

up 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

up his hand dramatically. "If I have another bowl, I'll probably start lactating

Briony was speechless.

Skybreeze Retreat, Carl snapped a few photos of

Then he called.

way, “Mr. Wentworth, Ms. Kensington has definitely moved in

nothing. He