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.

to be said, if only to finally lay

that what you think, Stewart? That my behavior

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

to him, why did you say those things to him? You want him to

voice icy. "Don't you realize how

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

stopped them from being together," Briony shot back. "Me stepping aside was my way of making space for the three of you. I've done my part, played by the rules-what more

darkened, unreadable in the

like the most natural

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, without ever

stung, even now. Briony paused, swallowed hard, and drew

even in a business partnership, I deserved to know the facts. But you-Stewart, you kept me at arm's length the whole

thought of you as