Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 429

The next morning, Briony woke up at seven.

Little Nina was still fast asleep, snuggled under her blankets. Briony leaned over and nuzzled her daughter’s soft, rosy cheek, planting a few gentle kisses. The little girl, lips pursed in a sleepy pout, grumbled, “Mommy, just five more minutes…” and rolled over, her tiny voice muffled by the pillow.

Briony couldn’t help but chuckle. She pulled the blanket up around Nina’s shoulders, then slipped quietly out of bed.

It was still early. After washing up and changing into fresh clothes, Briony applied a touch of makeup—subtle, but enough to make her look refreshed. Today was the day she’d be signing her divorce papers. If there was ever a day to hold her head high, it was this one.

As Briony headed downstairs, she caught sight of James coming in from outside. He was carrying a bouquet of white roses.

She couldn’t help but shake her head, half amused, half exasperated. “You actually went out to buy flowers first thing in the morning?”

“I ordered them last night,” James replied, grinning. “The florist just delivered them.”

He handed her the bouquet with a flourish. “Happy divorce day!”

Briony took the roses, breathing in their fresh scent. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling with laughter. “Thank you.”

Marlene appeared from the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. “Ms. Kensington, sir, come have some breakfast before you go. There’s still plenty of time.”

And she was right—the morning stretched ahead of them. Even after breakfast, it wasn’t yet eight.

James, of course, insisted on accompanying Briony to city hall. He seemed intent on bringing the bouquet along, but Briony was having none of it. The last thing she wanted was to draw even more attention to herself.

James looked a little disappointed but knew better than to argue. Briony had never been one for public displays.

He sighed, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Tell me, where do you think Little Nina gets her extroverted streak from?”

Briony shot him a sidelong look. “You don’t think it’s inherited, do you? Maybe it’s just that her godfather’s a bad influence.”

James paused, then realized she was teasing him. “Well, if she takes after me, she’ll never let anyone push her around. She’ll say what she thinks, and steer clear of losers—what could be better?”

Briony smiled but didn’t answer. Honestly, she was glad her daughter had a bright, outgoing personality. It meant she wouldn’t spend her life second-guessing herself.

After a leisurely cup of tea, they checked the time and decided to head out. The drive from Skybreeze Retreat to city hall was smooth as silk—every traffic light green, the streets nearly empty.