Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

At the precinct, the officers replayed the traffic footage: Briony's car sat still even three seconds after the light turned green, but Mack hadn't slowed down at all— resulting in a rear-end collision.

"Even though the first car delayed starting, the second car failed to slow down at the intersection. This misjudgment caused the crash, so the driver at the back is fully responsible," the officer explained. "You two can discuss: do you want to go through insurance or settle privately?"

"Officer, look-I'm injured!" Mack pointed at a tiny scrape on his forehead, exaggerating his distress. “I'm feeling dizzy, nauseous-I need to get checked at the hospital!"

"You can go," the officer replied, "but we need to finish the paperwork here first."

"No way, I'm about to throw up!" Mack clutched his head, feigning agony. "You'd better get me to a hospital right now, or if anything happens to me, you'll all be held responsible!"

He was clearly just trying to make trouble.

Sitting nearby, Briony watched Mack's performance with cold detachment.

She knew Mack could easily pay for the damages he was just doing this to spite her. This accident was nothing more than his opening act in a game designed to torment her.

"If the party at fault refuses to cooperate, then we'll let the courts handle it," came a deep, commanding voice.

Briony blinked in surprise and turned to see Stewart striding in from the hallway.

He was tall and composed, and crossed the room with effortless confidence before coming to stand at her side.

large hand settled gently on her shoulder. "Stay seated. I'll handle this," he said quietly, his words simple but landing with the weight of

long ago, yet in that moment her

been undone by the smallest gestures of kindness from

she clenched her hands on her knees, long lashes

only waste more time and energy-something she couldn't afford, not with surgery scheduled for tomorrow. The last thing she wanted was for Mack's drama to ruin her peace of

she accepted Stewart's

his caliber-present, Mack didn't dare make another scene. He was forced to cooperate, and within ten minutes, the paperwork was complete

car would be sent to the repair shop, and she'd be

hateful glare, but didn't

Briony turned to

softened, just a shade. "You're still my wife, at least in name. I'm not

first time Stewart had said something

Briony's studio was just getting off the ground and she was struggling against competitors, Stewart had stepped in to help her

moved-naïvely believing maybe he cared for her,

been the same: they were legally married, their reputations intertwined. He

same distant, detached man, Briony felt an ache in