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.

as ice. "You'd

"Oh? What are you so worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child and put them in line

her flat stomach. "Trust me, you not being pregnant

Briony snapped, shoving his hand away and trying to pull

of

time at the hospital, you were

idea what you're

break free, Briony raised her hand and

Smack.

wind and swirling snow. Stewart looked stunned.

wrench free, grab the fallen

him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you

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

and wind blurred their vision, as if

through the

it? If that's all it

treated me like a stranger to be used and

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

expression darkened, shadows settling over his