Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She really did feel wronged, but Briony knew she couldn't blame her mother for any of this.

Her mother was never one for strong opinions-when swept up in public gossip and confusion, it was only natural she'd panic. Briony understood.

After calming her mother, Briony turned away, casting a quick glance at Rosita standing outside the door. Her gaze then settled coldly on Stewart.

"Stewart, the only reason I agreed to clear things up online was because I owed you for what you did for me years ago." Her voice was icy. "But if I'd known it would come to this, I'd have rather been called ungrateful than get involved at all.”

Stewart stared at her, seeing a resolve in her calm expression that he'd never witnessed before.

This was nothing like the gentle, accommodating Briony he'd known for the past

five years.

Something in her had changed.

"I'll handle everything online," Stewart said in a low voice. "And don't blame Rosita. She's already spoken up for you on her Facebook page."

"Spoken up for me?" Briony gave a sharp, incredulous laugh. "If it weren't for the two of you, would I be getting dragged through the mud in the first place? Would I need her fake sympathy and empty words?"

his lips

was done with

of Irwin. But don't think for a second that means you can

it's public opinion you're worried about? Fine, I can play that game too. But if this turns into a real fight, are you sure you're ready for

darkened. "Is that a

hide, then nothing I

out a cold laugh. "Stewart, you can't have it all. You want everything your

a celebrity-if you want to put up with the paparazzi for her, that's your decision. But my mother

at Briony, his dark eyes

quickly stepped into the

her sunglasses and mask to reveal her flawlessly delicate

pale skin

deeply, voice sincere. "Ms. Kensington,

trouble I've brought

Briony frowned.