Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

The two children had just been taken upstairs by Stewart for their baths. By now, they were probably fast asleep.

Briony didn't disturb them. She went straight back to the master bedroom.

James didn't return until half past midnight.

There was a split on his lower lip and a bright red handprint on his cheek.

After settling the kids in for the night, Stewart went downstairs to prepare some medicine. When he came out of the kitchen, carrying the freshly brewed concoction, he ran right into James.

Stewart raised an eyebrow when he saw James's battered face.

Sometimes, men didn't need words-just a glance and everything was clear.

It was obvious: something had happened between James and Lorna.

Perhaps Stewart's amusement was a little too obvious, because James snapped, "What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy get roughed up by a woman before?"

Just then, footsteps echoed from behind him.

The so-called "ruffian" herself, Lorna, strolled in.

Compared to James, she looked almost untouched-except her lipstick was gone, there wasn't a hair out of place.

"James, stop tarnishing my reputation. You came on to me first," she shot back.

growled, "You're twisting

of your own actions, huh?" Lorna folded her arms, her tall, graceful figure leaning against the entryway cabinet. "Fine, since it was your

James was speechless.

low: "It's late. If you two want

heading straight upstairs to the

saying nothing more, started up the stairs

paused and looked

meeting his eyes. "I just wanted to ask... has

replied, "Sorry. If you want to know, you should ask her yourself. Lorna's straightforward-she won't

James huffed. "Forget it. Pretend I never brought

up."

man's obvious denial but didn't

were something a person had to figure out

say a word,"

surprised, watching him

Stewart added, turning and heading up

moment of thought, he lowered his voice. "So, what's going on with

answered, calm and

you haven't made up, isn't it a little

here every day?"

leave as soon as Bryn is well,"

James sounded skeptical. "You