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

Afraid I'll secretly have a child and put them in line to

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

shoving his hand away and trying to pull

go of

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

idea what you're

Briony raised her hand

Smack.

swirling snow. Stewart looked stunned. He clearly hadn't expected

the fallen

she fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you think I'd ever

of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his eyes locked on her

and wind blurred their vision, as if nature itself wanted

the storm, icy and

that's all it is, what exactly are you so

think-when you've always kept me at arm's length, treated me like a stranger to be used and guarded against-that I'd ever be desperate enough

was, I wouldn't keep the baby. Because you are the last person I'd ever want to have

word, Stewart's expression darkened, shadows settling over his