Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony let out a cold laugh. "Honestly, the thought that I raised a child for you and Rosita for five years makes me sick."

Stewart slammed on the brakes.

The screech of tires cut through the night.

The Maybach stopped at the side of the road.

"Briony, Irwin really sees you as his mother," Stewart said, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror. "Don't you think that's a little harsh?"

Briony looked away, her hand tightening at her side. She knew Irwin was innocent -she'd never once taken her anger out on him. But tonight, she had to say what needed to be said.

Her face remained cold. "I'm just telling the truth."

Stewart let out a derisive snort, his handsome face shadowed with anger. He was about to speak when his phone rang.

It was Rosita.

He hesitated, then answered. "Rosita... Don't worry, I'll be home soon."

When the call ended, Stewart turned toward Briony. But before he could say a word, she spoke.

"Unlock the door. I'm getting out."

Stewart pressed his lips together in frustration, but said nothing. He unlocked the doors.

Briony pushed open the door and stepped out of the car.

and the Maybach pulled

lips curled into a cold, bitter smile. No matter how much she

much as a single word

in Northborough had luck

from downtown. Briony took out her phone to call a

harsh and blinding. She

black Range Rover slowed to a stop

and a young man with sharp, striking features stepped out. He slammed the door with a

"Briony!"

casual clothes, and his face was good enough for

stared at him, frowning

laugh. "Well, look who remembers me! I half expected you to pick me up from the airport after the holidays-if you

moment,

time in Northborough! No matter how busy you are, you should have made sure someone was there for me. Briony, you're unbelievable! You're the most unreliable person I know! No wonder the professor hasn't spoken to you in five years he

flickering across her face.

apology. "You're right. It was my

was caught off guard by how quickly

even finished yelling

her, he caught sight of the angry red

"What...what happened to

didn't feel like playing the victim, nor was she in the habit of sharing private matters with

what I meant..." James rubbed the back of his

the first time you've let

gave a loud, unmistakable

one eyebrow raised. "To make it