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.

She would never have let herself become

way things had turned

looked at Briony, burning with

a strong person. Even when she was hurting, she'd never show it. She bottled everything up. Maybe that had

She never expected Stewart and Rosita-the world's most

it, the angrier she got. She

blind to your devotion-he just never

wait! I'll get you some justice. I'm going to expose them for the

are "

and pressed

realizing Briony truly had no

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

was part

care of Irwin was part of the deal, why did Stewart sleep with you? If he loved Rosita so much, why drag you into this mess? He

then pressed her lips together,

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