On the other end of the line, Stewart paused before asking, “Why are you moving out?"

Briony could guess why he sounded so confused-he was already planning to leave Southcreek Manor to her, so from his perspective, there was no need for her to leave.

"I don't intend to keep Southcreek Manor," Briony said, taking a breath before adding, "I've already taken what I need. The rest is yours to do with as you please."

"Are you sure about this?" Stewart's voice remained cool and detached. "We can still amend the terms. If you have any requests, just say so."

"No, let's just stick to the agreement." Briony felt utterly drained; she had no

strength left to drag things out in this hollow marriage.

Even her own mother thought Stewart and Rosita made the perfect couple. In this marriage, Briony truly felt like nothing more than a pitiful clown.

Stewart didn't reply.

The silence stretched on for more than half a minute.

Finally, Briony asked, "When will you have time to file the divorce papers?"

"In a hurry, are you?"

was caught off guard by his

marriage finalized as soon as possible? Wasn't he

he have

end this warped, one-sided

we're done, the better-for both of

noncommittal "Alright,"

have one copy of the marriage certificate. The other's in the nightstand drawer in the master bedroom—don't forget to

that, Briony hung

barely set her phone down when the bedroom door opened a

her head in. "Bryn, are

sat up, steadying herself.

room and sat beside her, her gaze full

all my fault," Julia sighed, voice thick with guilt. "The Kensingtons despise me, and now that they know I'm

voice faltered. She reached out, brushing a hand gently over Briony's pale, exhausted face. “I'm always dragging you into my mess, Bryn. Maybe you should help me find a quiet little town somewhere,

Briony protested, alarmed. “How

weak smile. "I just think...

Don't let them get to

you can. But I hate

as you're here." Briony hugged her tightly. "Mom, as long as you're with

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