At five o’clock in the evening, a Range Rover pulled up outside the studio.
Briony and James climbed out
They’d spent the whole afternoon wandering through the supply market, finally managing to track down all the materials they needed
James popped open the trunk.
There was quite a haul. Briony reached out to help, but James stopped her immediately.
Don’t touch anything. I’ll just make another trip if I have to.”
“It’s really not that heavy. No need to make extra work for yourself.”
James shot her an exasperated look, nudging her hand away. “You just want to make trouble for me, don’t you? My goddaughter’s in your belly–could you please take it easy?”
Brony gave him a sidelong glance. “You’re being dramatic.”
“No, you’re just not acting like someone who’s pregnant!” James gathered up a portion of the supplies, closed the trunk, and jerked his chin toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Briony knew she wouldn’t win this one, so she let him have his way
Back at the studio, James carried everything into the restoration room and headed back downstairs for the
rest
Briony returned to her office. She’d just hung up her bag and coat when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called.
Hannah poked her head in. “Briony, Attorney Wentworth is here.”
The words made Briony pause. She turned around slowly.
Stewart strode in.
He was dressed in a sharp black suit, tall and imposing, his features severe. His eyes fixed on Briony with the kind of scrutiny reserved for cross–examinations.
That look–cold, assessing–as if she were a defendant in court.
Sensing the tension, Hannah quickly slipped out and closed the door behind her.
Briony’s tone was frosty. “Attorney Wentworth, you do realize it’s after hours? City Hall is already closed.” Stewart’s gaze darkened. “Briony, was it you who posted that exposé online?”
Briony frowned.
So that’s why he was here–to confront her,
She didn’t even know what she felt anymore.
The same thing had happened twice now, and both times she was dragged into it. She hadn’t even had a chance to defend herself, yet Stewart was the first to rush over and accuse her.
It was absurd
Briony couldn’t even be bothered to explain.
She met his eyes, her voice icy. “If you’re so convinced it was me, why bother asking?”
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Stewart’s expression hardened. “You’ll do anything to get this divorce, won’t you?”
“Think whatever you want.” Briony had no patience for this. “If you’re so worried about Rosita’s reputation, why not just get the divorce over with?”
“So it was you” Stewart’s gaze grew colder. “But these tricks won’t work on me. I’ve told you before: if you
gree to my three conditions, I’ll sign the papers”
Prinny snapped, frustration flaring. “Stewart, are you out of your mind? You were the one who wanted this divorce. I’ve done nothing but cooperate from the very start–what more do you want from me?” Stewart’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping. “What if I told you I never wanted a divorce at all?”
Briony let out a cold laugh. “Stewart, do you even believe what you’re saying?”
He dropped his gaze, emotion swirling in his eyes as his fists clenched at his sides
I’m serious. The truth is, between Rosita and me, there’s nothing-”
Bzzz-
A sudden vibration from his pocket cut him off.
Stewart pulled out his phone.
It was Cedric Clarke
He answered, and Cedric’s panicked voice burst through the speaker:
*Rosita tried to kill herself–she cut her wrists!”
Stewart froze. “How is she?”
“She’s in surgery right now! But it doesn’t look good–she’d lost too much blood before we found her!” At that, Stewart didn’t waste another second. He spun on his heel and rushed out the door.
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