Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart's sudden, softened tone caught Rosita off guard. She looked at him, her brows knitting in silent confusion.

But Briony had no time to dwell on Stewart's change in attitude.

Right now, all she cared about was finding her mother.

Any lead, any glimmer of hope-she refused to let it slip by.

She fixed Stewart with a fierce stare. "My mom's missing."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "When did this happen?"

"Last night. After she left your office."

Briony's gaze was icy, her resentment barely concealed.

Stewart flinched under her glare. “Briony, do you really think your mother's disappearance has something to do with me?"

"She vanished right after seeing you! Who else am I supposed to come to?!"

Her voice broke, anger and desperation colliding. Briony's chest heaved, and for a moment the room spun. She pressed her lips together, fighting back tears that threatened to spill from her reddened eyes.

She'd spent the entire night searching-she was at her breaking point.

Seeing Stewart's indifference now, all the frustration she'd bottled up suddenly exploded.

up at the hospital last time, my mother never would've learned about our

wouldn't have been dragged through the

agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that

handsome features growing colder. "Being married

I could go

completely, something hot

mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead of blaming me, maybe you should focus

man in front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment in someone truly

be let down by Stewart any

curled Briony's lips. "Right. I'm just being unreasonable, aren't

frown deepened as he watched the way she

Kensington, you've really misunderstood Stewart." Rosita stepped up beside Stewart,

was there when your mother visited yesterday. Stewart's been caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to take a call when Ms. Hudson arrived. She waited in the office

tell me what

know Ms. Hudson. She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so she was cold to me. I offered her some tea, but she refused, left her

your purse and see if you're carrying a marriage certificate? Ms. Hudson was perfectly restrained-if she didn't slap you, it's just because she's

face went pale, tears

her own. "Oh, save it. Maybe your performance