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.

stopped. She led the

parked outside, a high-definition camera

Briony headed straight for the bedroom. She yanked open the nightstand drawer-but the marriage certificate was nowhere

she'd left it there

frustrated by the minute, until finally she

puzzled. Had she remembered wrong? Or maybe Irwin had been playing around and left

in hand, Briony strode down the hall to the study

Stewart

entered. "Found the

Stewart was typing at his

the certificate, and

you

vanity

an eyebrow.

"I was sure I left it in the nightstand. Maybe Irwin took it out

been back these last

fell silent. Maybe she really had remembered

changing the subject.

"Why not?"

doesn't work for me." That was part of the truth, but not

another hundred million-that's from Irwin. You've taken care of him for five years. He depends on you. I want you

back on Irwin if he needed her. But if Stewart wanted to settle things this way, she wasn't going to argue. Better to take the money than