Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony blinked, her gaze steady. "Do you know why I rang the doorbell at

Southcreek Manor today?"

Stewart offered no reply, his silence stretching between them.

She continued, “Because ever since the moment I signed the divorce papers and moved out, Southcreek Manor stopped being my home. When you visit someone else's house, you ring the bell. That's just common courtesy."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "If Irwin hears you say that, he'll be upset."

Briony let out a soft laugh, the swirling snow doing a fine job of hiding the redness in her eyes.

"You really do live up to your reputation, Stewart-the brilliant attorney everyone admires and fears. You certainly know how to twist the knife."

He remained stone-faced, refusing to argue. To Briony, that look meant only one thing: he couldn't even be bothered to explain.

In the past, she would have felt crushed by that-hurt, even. But now? Not anymore.

if only to

what you think, Stewart? That my behavior

Stewart hesitated, then added, "In his heart, you're someone

so?" Briony actually laughed. "If you know how important I am to him, why did you say those things to him? You want him to understand that blood family is irreplaceable, but you also

a look, her voice icy. "Don't you realize how twisted

are his real mother and son. Rosita's depression-well,

of making space for the three of

gaze darkened, unreadable

Briony like the most

there was no love, I believed we were at least family, that we trusted and cared for each other. But you hid Irwin's parentage from me. You had me raise your and Rosita's child,

paused, swallowed hard, and drew a shaky breath, forcing herself to keep

deserved to know the facts. But you-Stewart, you kept me at arm's length the whole time. Or maybe you just thought I was too

never thought of you