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

smile.

as

one in Northborough had

took out her phone

in front of her, harsh and blinding. She shielded her eyes with her

black Range Rover slowed to

sharp, striking features stepped

"Briony!"

casual clothes, and his face was good enough

stared at him, frowning

I half expected you to

a moment, then

huh?" James bristled. "It's my first 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

lips together, guilt flickering across her face. She gave

was my mistake. I promise

guard by how

even finished

sight of the angry red marks around her

furrowed. "What...what happened

was she in the habit of sharing private matters with people she barely knew. "Something came up, that's all. But don't worry-it won't affect my

James rubbed the back of his head,

It's not like this is the first time you've let me

stomach gave a loud, unmistakable

one eyebrow raised. "To make it up to you, how about I