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.

said, if only to finally lay them to

think, Stewart? That my behavior today

on you." Stewart hesitated, then added, "In his heart, you're someone Rosita could

laughed. "If you know how important I am to him, why did you say those things to him? You want

icy. "Don't you realize how twisted that

was momentarily taken aback. He let out a heavy sigh. "Irwin and Rosita are his real mother and son. Rosita's depression-well,

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

gaze darkened, unreadable in the swirling

to Briony like the

we were at least family, that we trusted and cared for each

even now. Briony paused, swallowed hard, and drew a shaky breath,

was always a transaction. But even in a business partnership, I deserved to know the facts. But you-Stewart, you kept me at

thought of you