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.

car stopped. She led the way into

the van parked outside, a high-definition camera

bedroom. She yanked open the nightstand drawer-but the marriage

sworn she'd left it there

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

been playing around and left it there by mistake? That seemed likely-Irwin was always getting into

in hand, Briony strode down the hall

in," Stewart called

entered. "Found the

set it down on his desk. Stewart was typing at his laptop; he

the certificate, and looked up

did you

vanity

raised an eyebrow.

not wanting to be misunderstood. "I was sure I left it in the nightstand. Maybe

back these

Maybe she really had

subject.

"Why not?"

not the whole of it. Still, she saw no reason to

cash value instead." 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 Irwin. You've taken care of him for five years. He depends on you. I want

needed her. But if Stewart wanted to settle things this way, she wasn't going to