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.

rise, but Stewart's 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

thought she'd stopped caring about Stewart long ago, yet in that moment her heart stuttered, betraying

the smallest gestures

her hands on her knees, long

Mack insisted on causing trouble, it would only waste more time and energy-something she couldn't afford, not with

accepted Stewart's

lawyer of his caliber-present, Mack didn't dare make another scene. He was forced to cooperate, and within

sent to the repair shop, and

signed, Mack shot Briony a hateful glare, but didn't dare look at Stewart. Scowling, he turned and

turned to Stewart. "Thank

the polite distance in her tone. His eyes softened, just a shade. "You're still my wife, at least in

first time Stewart had

was struggling against competitors, Stewart had stepped in to help

maybe he cared for her,

had always been the same: they were legally

facing the same distant, detached man, Briony