Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She slapped her thigh so hard she winced in pain, but that didn't stop her from cursing. "Stewart is cheating in broad daylight! You're not even divorced yet and he's already flaunting his relationship with Rosita?!"

A dull, persistent ache spread through Briony's chest, but her face remained blank. "It was only a matter of time."

At this point, all she could do was face reality.

What she'd once thought was a solid, legal five-year marriage had always been,

to Stewart, nothing more than a business arrangement-one he could end at any moment.

He had never taken their marriage seriously. Of course he wouldn't think his relationship with Rosita was wrong.

"You're just going to let this go?" Stella looked at her, exasperated. "Even if your marriage started out as a deal, if he hadn't lied to you about Irwin's mother being dead, would you have agreed to marry him at all?"

Briony's lashes trembled.

That's right. If she'd known from the beginning that Rosita was Irwin's mother, she never would have agreed to marry Stewart. She never would have let herself fall for him...

Even if she'd had no choice back then-if marriage was the only way out-she would have drawn a hard line, done only what was necessary to be a good stepmother.

Rosita. She would never have let herself become the unloved,

turned out was

burning with

Maybe that had something to do with her upbringing.

get better for Briony once she cut ties with her family. She never expected

Stella thought about it, the angrier she got. She whipped out her phone and

blind to your devotion-he just never cared. He saw everything you did, Bryn,

you some justice. I'm going to expose them for the

are "

reached out and pressed her hand over Stella's

up at her, realizing Briony truly had no intention

can you just let it go? Five years, Bryn! Stewart and Rosita lied to you for five whole years. They cozied up behind

Irwin was part of

deal, why did Stewart sleep with you? If he loved Rosita so much, why drag you into this

then pressed her

seconds later, she let out a bitter laugh. "It's my fault.