Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Night had fallen, and the black Hummer tore down the highway.

The weather was no ally tonight. Nortia was a tropical country, and just as they neared the airport, thunder split the sky and a violent storm broke loose.

Visibility shrank to nearly nothing. The wipers thrashed desperately across the windshield, rain battering the glass with relentless force.

Blair eased up on the gas. The world outside dissolved into streaks of water and shadows.

Briony's heart pounded. Every muscle in her body was taut, strung tight with

nerves.

Blair kept murmuring reassurances, his hand resting on hers.

They pulled into the airport grounds.

A heavy-duty helicopter sat on the tarmac, rotors spinning, ready and waiting for them.

Blair parked and turned to her. "Wait here a minute. I'll go grab a raincoat. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Briony replied, voice thin.

Blair jumped out and dashed into the downpour.

Two pilots waited by the chopper, their silhouettes blurred by the rain.

Blair returned, soaked but determined, raincoat in hand. He yanked open the passenger door.

A fierce gust sent sheets of rain swirling into the Hummer.

Briony shivered, startled by the sudden chill.

The next moment, Blair slipped the raincoat around her, cocooning her trembling frame in its warmth.

her into the coat, then swept her up in his arms,

ran over to

board, Blair set Briony gently

plane," he said, his voice softer

flickered in her

get out of Nortia first. When we reach Astara, someone will be there

Briony asked, gripping the

fastened her seatbelt.

Briony stared at him.

Mr. Seven?

"How does Mr.

her, rain dripping from the brim of his cap. His gaze was steady, full of

was it. Mr. Seven knew James-and knew how close she and James were, practically siblings. If James asked, Mr. Seven would definitely lend a hand. Suddenly,

pilots shouted, "We've got

up. "Shut the doors! Take off,

pilot slammed the

cockpit, the captain gripped the

this

seat beside Briony

closer, barreling toward

out the window. In the leading car, he could almost feel someone's gaze locked onto his, a

The helicopter's massive blades

the convoynet

the

clung to her seat

voice reached her ear. "Don't

Briony's breath caught.

helicopter soared into the night, leaving

rain lashed the