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.

door shut, and the Maybach pulled

smile. No matter how much she

much as

right—no one in

from downtown. Briony took

and blinding. She shielded her eyes with

black Range Rover slowed to a stop

stepped out. He slammed the

"Briony!"

and lean, dressed in casual clothes, and his face was good enough for a magazine cover-if he

stared at him, frowning slightly,

look who remembers me! I half expected you to pick me up from the airport after the holidays-if

was silent for a moment,

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

her lips together, guilt flickering across

"You're right. It was my mistake. I promise

guard

finished yelling at

he glanced at her, he caught sight of the

"What...what happened

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

rubbed the back of his

the first time you've

gave a loud,

glanced at his stomach, one eyebrow raised. "To make it up to you, how