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 Pearbrook Mansion for

gossip and media buzz began to fade did

Entertainment, everyone in the office greeted her with bright smiles. "Congratulations, Ms. Kensington, on

she found a massive bouquet

first thing this morning-sent by Mr.

she winked playfully as

in the flowers, then gently tapped Carey's forehead with it. "You know what's really

rumors. Not that it kept her

the company, and Carey had learned a lot working

was to Briony. She and a few others in the secretarial

day, they'd share updates, quietly rooting for

was their

indie film proposal coming along?"

we had the meeting. Director Quincy's interested-he wants to

settled into her

high altitude out there. Is he sure he can

He's already

his cast, but I want a full background check on every actor-three generations