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.

shut, and the Maybach pulled away into the

a cold, bitter smile. No matter how much she said, it

as much as a single

in Northborough had luck like

far from downtown. Briony took out her

her, harsh and blinding. She shielded her eyes

Range Rover slowed

man with sharp, striking features stepped out. He slammed

"Briony!"

and his face

at him, frowning slightly,

"Well, look who remembers me! I half expected you to pick me up from the airport after the

was silent for a moment, then said, "I texted

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 know! No wonder the professor hasn't spoken

together, guilt flickering across her face. She

It was my mistake. I promise it won't

guard by how

hadn't even finished

sight of the angry red

brow furrowed. "What...what happened to

the victim, nor was she in the habit of sharing private matters with people she barely knew. "Something came up, that's

rubbed

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

then, his stomach gave a

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