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.

voice was cold as ice. "You'd better not

worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child

Stewart's hand slid to rest gently on her flat stomach. "Trust me, you not being pregnant is

away and trying to pull back, but

go of

ground, watching her anger with a probing look. "Last time at the hospital, you

have no idea what

hand and slapped him hard

Smack.

sound of her palm echoed with the howling wind and swirling snow.

used the opening to wrench free, grab the fallen blanket,

unyielding stare. "What

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

and wind blurred their vision, as if

cut through the

wasn't it? If that's all it is,

always kept me at arm's length, treated me like a stranger to be used and

if by some accident I ever was, I wouldn't

word, Stewart's expression darkened, shadows settling