Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 226

"You—!" Rosita, ever the drama queen, held herself back at the last second, her curse dying in her throat. The next moment, the call cut off.

Briony calmly saved a recording of the conversation.

She'd hit record the instant she saw Rosita's name flash on the screen. Dealing with Rosita was like swatting at a persistent fly-annoying, gross, impossible to ignore, but ultimately harmless. For a while, Briony had thought simply keeping her distance would be enough. But lately, she'd realized people like Rosita never took a hint; the more you ignored them, the bolder they got.

So, Briony had decided she wouldn't stay silent anymore. Not that she'd stoop to Rosita's level and start a feud-she didn't have the energy for petty drama. But as the saying goes, play with fire and you'll eventually get burned.

She was sure of it: Rosita's comeuppance would come soon enough.

...

That evening, Briony had plans to meet Stella for dinner.

Stella's car pulled up outside just before six. James was with her.

Spotting James lounging in the backseat, Briony buckled herself into the

passenger seat and turned around. "Feeling better?"

"Was discharged today!" James declared with pride, chin held high. "Dr. Clarke said my recovery was nothing short of miraculous!"

Briony grinned. "That's the perk of being young-fast healing."

"Exactly!" James leaned forward eagerly. "So, what's for dinner tonight? I've been living on bland hospital food for weeks. Tonight, I want real food. Meat. Lots of it!"

went to last time? Both of you need something

nodded. "I'm good

James announced magnanimously. "Our

her eyes at him in the rearview mirror. "What if it's

James shot back, scandalized. "I'm sure it'll be a girl-actually,

and Stella exchanged a look,

turn out to be boys, Mr. Delaney will be devastated,

"Don't

laughter filled the car, the mood light and easy thanks to James's

private booth and browsed the menu. It wasn't

talk. It was obvious his hospital stay had

of nowhere on assignment," Stella

paused. "You're leaving

you mean, 'you too'?" Stella frowned. "Where

Briony explained, glancing at James. "My professor recommended me for a

bite of steak. "It's a national project-fantastic opportunity! Don't worry about the studio, I'll keep an eye

object, but his easygoing

Cultural Heritage Board?" Stella asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

a documentary, not my

beats what I'm doing!" Stella sighed. "I can't even enjoy my food, knowing I'll be stuck

you be gone?" Briony

I don't want to go, but Quentin asked me personally. I couldn't say no. The only upside is Dr. Clarke's going too at least I'll have one familiar face

Clarke will be