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.

Maybach pulled away

into a cold, bitter smile. No matter how much

mean as much as

right—no one in Northborough

took

harsh and blinding. She shielded

slowed

driver's door swung open, and a young man with sharp, striking features stepped out. He slammed the door with a thud, anger

"Briony!"

casual clothes, and his face was good enough for a magazine cover-if he weren't glaring

him, frowning

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

moment, then said,

sure someone was there for me. Briony, you're

guilt flickering across her face. She

apology. "You're right. It was my mistake.

caught off guard by how quickly she

hadn't even finished yelling

caught sight of the

"What...what happened to

private matters

meant..." James rubbed the

the first time you've let

then, his stomach gave a loud,

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