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.

some things needed to be said, if only

that what you think, Stewart? That my behavior today

know how much Irwin depends on you." Stewart hesitated, then

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 want him to cling to me

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

a heavy sigh. "Irwin and Rosita are his real mother and son. Rosita's depression-well,

Briony shot back. "Me stepping aside was my way of making space for the three of you. I've done my part,

unreadable in the swirling

Briony like the

trusted and cared for each other. But you hid Irwin's parentage from me. You had me raise your and Rosita's child, without ever telling

still stung, even now. Briony paused, swallowed hard,

facts. But

never thought of you