Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Since you're still worried," Stewart said, his gaze steady, "let's sit down together and revise the agreement now."

"Together?" Briony raised an eyebrow. "You want to go to your office?"

"No, we'll go back to Southcreek Manor," Stewart replied. "And while we're there, I need to look for the other copy of our marriage certificate. I couldn't find it earlier.”

Briony hesitated; she had no desire to return to Southcreek Manor. "The marriage certificate is in the nightstand. I left it right there.”

"I already checked. It's not there."

"I know I put it in the nightstand," Briony insisted.

"I'm telling you, it's not there." Stewart arched a brow. "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Briony fell silent. She doubted Stewart would lie about something so trivial-there was simply no reason for it.

She let out a quiet sigh and said, "Fine. Let's go."

Stewart walked ahead and opened the passenger door for her. Briony glanced at the script left on the seat-no doubt Rosita's. Without saying a word, she opted for the back seat instead, slipping in and pulling the door shut behind her.

Stewart paused for a moment, then closed the passenger door and moved to the driver's side.

The Maybach rolled smoothly out of the driveway.

A beat-up van parked nearby started its engine and began to tail them at a discreet distance.

Twenty minutes later, the Maybach pulled through the iron gates of Southcreek Manor and wound its way up the drive.

the car stopped. She led the

a high-definition camera

the bedroom. She yanked open

it there before

searched the bedroom, growing more frustrated by the minute, until finally she found the

remembered wrong? Or maybe Irwin had been playing around and left it there by mistake? That seemed likely-Irwin was always getting into

hall to

Stewart called

"Found the marriage

down on his desk. Stewart was typing

the certificate, and looked

you find

the vanity

an eyebrow. "Not

it in the nightstand. Maybe

been back these last few

fell silent. Maybe she really had remembered

she asked, changing the subject. "And by the way,

"Why not?"

work for me." That was part of the truth, but not the whole of

Stewart's attention was back on his laptop. "I'll give you one hundred million in cash for the manor. And another hundred million-that's from

turn her back on Irwin if he needed her. But if Stewart wanted to settle things this