Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The blanket slipped from Briony's shoulders and tumbled onto the snow-covered ground.

A biting chill wrapped around her, making her shiver.

"When Irwin threw something at you," Stewart said quietly, "the first thing you did was shield your stomach."

Briony froze, her breath catching in her chest.

She hadn't expected Stewart to notice something so small. Then again, he had been a father before-clearly, he'd done his homework back when Rosita was pregnant.

But what did it matter now, whether she was pregnant or not? What did any of this have to do with Stewart?

She'd already made up her mind-she wasn't going to have a child.

A child that would never be born... Stewart didn't need to know about it.

Steadying herself, Briony lifted her head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked. Stewart's stare was dark and razor-sharp, as if he could see straight through her.

Briony refused to look away. Her voice was even, almost bored. "I just have cramps. It's that time of the month."

Stewart watched her, searching her eyes for any sign of a lie.

But Briony was too calm, too controlled.

ice. "You'd better not

so worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child and put them in line to fight Irwin for the Wentworth

to rest gently on her flat stomach. "Trust me, you not

snapped, shoving his hand away and trying to pull back,

go of

"Last time at the hospital, you were

have no idea what you're

to break free, Briony raised her hand and slapped

Smack.

palm echoed with the howling wind and swirling snow.

to wrench free, grab the fallen

a few paces between them, she fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you think I'd ever want

against the inside of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his eyes locked on her from just

and wind blurred their vision, as if nature itself wanted to keep them

through the storm, icy

wasn't it? If that's all it is, what exactly are

me like a stranger

wouldn't keep the baby.

expression darkened, shadows