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!"

time? Both of you

nodded. "I'm good

James announced magnanimously. "Our goddaughter's needs

the rearview mirror. "What if

be a girl-actually, they'll all be girls,

Stella exchanged a look,

turn out to

protested, "Don't say

mood light and

browsed the menu. It wasn't a weekend, so

pausing to talk. It was obvious

two days, I'll be off to the middle of nowhere

"You're leaving that

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

at James. "My professor recommended me

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

might object, but his easygoing response

filming for the National Cultural Heritage Board?" Stella asked, her eyes shining with excitement. "Does

It's just a documentary, not

"I can't even enjoy my food, knowing I'll

will you be gone?"

want to go, but Quentin asked me personally. I couldn't say no. The

will be