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?"

pressed his

was done with

reason I've put up with any of this is because of Irwin. But don't think for a second that

glance toward Rosita outside the door, her voice quiet but edged with warning. “So it's public opinion you're worried about? Fine, I can play that game too. But if this turns

darkened. "Is that a

you've got nothing to hide, then nothing I say should

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

come bothering us again. Rosita's a celebrity-if you want to put up with the paparazzi for her, that's your decision. But my mother and I are not props for your little love

looked at Briony, his dark eyes

quickly stepped

to stand before Briony and Julia, removing her sunglasses and mask to

bare-faced, her pale skin made her

voice sincere. "Ms. Kensington, Ms. Hudson, I'm truly

the trouble I've

Briony frowned.