Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 383

Briony tossed the card straight into the trash.

"If anyone sends flowers again, just have them returned on the spot."

"But if the order's already accepted, the delivery guy can't just take them back, can he?"

"Then tell them if they try again, I'll file a complaint. Make it clear."

Hannah nodded briskly. "Got it!"

Briony turned and headed toward her office.

She hadn't even reached the door when a woman's furious voice erupted outside

"Briony, get out here right now!"

Briony froze mid-step and turned back.

Fiona, ignoring Hannah's attempts to hold her back, stormed in, shouting and shoving Hannah aside as she made a beeline for Briony.

"Ma'am, please, calm down..." Hannah tried to catch up and restrain Fiona.

Briony didn't want to engage. She pivoted toward her office again.

But before she could get away, Fiona shoved past Hannah and grabbed Briony's arm in a vice-like grip.

Briony barely had time to react before Fiona's palm struck her hard across the

echoed through the hall, sharp and

rooted to the

"Briony!"

it, yanking her arm free with a

backward, barely

wave of ringing filled Briony's ears, and her cheek burned with

stared down Fiona, her expression dark and foreboding. "Fiona, you'd better have a good explanation for

eyed Briony up

if anything, Briony looked even more striking than before. Clearly, time hadn't worn

sneer, Fiona spat, "Seems like losing your son didn't

deep in her chest, but her face grew cold and impassive. She warned, "Fiona, watch

voice shri with rage. "You have the nerve to tell me how to talk? Let me make this clear, Briony-I'm here today as Mrs. Wentworth, as drwin's

Irwin.

Realization dawned on Briony.

furious, bitter expression, lips pressed in a

her tone icy. "So

want to say?" Fiona snapped. "Did you tell Stewart to kick Irwin

what

Stewart two choices. One: divorce me, and I'll leave the Wentworths with my daughter and never took back. Or two: send Irwin away, because

out of your

on her hips, her eyes glinting with rage. "Briony, if you had a son, maybe I could understand you fighting for

curse! You took our family's grandson and you still have