Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 715

"Maynard." Xenia Cooper's voice drifted through the phone, quiet and distant as

she called his name.

Maynard froze.

"It's been eight years." Her laugh was brittle, devoid of warmth. "So, you do remember him. You remember that Vernon is his son. You even remember that you and Naylor are brothers."

Maynard's brow furrowed, his grip on the phone tightening.

On the other end, Xenia's voice pressed on. "Then tell me, why have you ignored us all these years? Naylor's gone-does brotherhood mean nothing now that he's dead? Why? Why did you leave Vernon and me to fend for ourselves in the nightmare that is the Cooper family?"

Maynard stood stunned, silent.

"Maynard, who are you trying to fool with this act of devotion to Briony?" Xenia let out a cold, mocking laugh. "The truth is, you're the one who's truly heartless."

Her words spilled through the line and echoed in the silent chapel, each syllable tightening around Maynard's chest.

His breath quickened. His eyelashes fluttered.

Seconds later, he hung up, clumsily, almost desperate.

...

that day, Briony didn't leave Pearbrook Mansion

began

greeted her with bright smiles. "Congratulations, Ms. Kensington, on your

a massive bouquet of

first thing this morning-sent

teasing, and she winked

then gently tapped Carey's

the rumors. Not that it kept her from

taken charge of the company, and

just how devoted Maynard was to Briony. She and a few others in the secretarial department even had a private group chat called: "Did Mr. Maynard

updates, quietly rooting for

their little

that indie film proposal

Quincy's

set in the mountains?" Briony settled into her chair and opened her laptop.

altitude out there. Is he sure he can handle

the script. He's already called me

the script. He can choose his cast, but I