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

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

as much as a single word from

one in

wasn't far from downtown. Briony took out her phone to call

headlights flashed in front of her, harsh and blinding.

black Range Rover slowed

sharp, striking features stepped out. He slammed the door with a thud, anger written

"Briony!"

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

stared at him, frowning slightly, uncertain.

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

a moment, then said, "I

you are, you should have made sure someone was there for me. Briony, you're unbelievable! You're the most

flickering across

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

was caught off guard

finished

her, he caught sight of the angry red marks

"What...what happened

the habit of sharing private matters with people she barely knew. "Something came up,

meant..." James rubbed the back of his head,

It's not like this is the first time

stomach gave a loud,

raised. "To make it up to