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.

...

day, Briony didn't leave

the gossip and media buzz began to fade did she

office greeted her with bright smiles. "Congratulations, Ms.

a massive bouquet of blue hydrangeas waiting on her

first thing this morning-sent

teasing, and she winked playfully

the card tucked in the flowers, then gently tapped Carey's forehead with it. "You

behind the rumors. Not that

stay, Maynard had taken charge of the company, and Carey had learned a lot working alongside

just how devoted Maynard was to Briony. She and a few others in the secretarial department

share updates, quietly rooting for

their little

film proposal

the meeting. Director Quincy's interested-he

settled into her chair and

Is he sure he can

loves the script. He's already called

the script. He can choose his cast, but I want a full background check on every actor-three