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

Stewart? That my behavior

then added, "In his heart, you're someone Rosita could never

say those things to him? You want him to understand that blood family is irreplaceable, but

"Don't you realize

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

was my way of making space for the three of you. I've

gaze darkened, unreadable in the swirling

now felt to Briony like the most natural

ever thought of our marriage, but as far as I was concerned—even if 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

even now. Briony paused, swallowed hard, and drew

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

thought of