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.

hadn't shown up at the hospital last time, my mother never

through the mud online,

imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this marriage would

accusations, his handsome features

his dark eyes, unflinching. "If I could go back and choose again,

completely, something hot and furious

a chance to talk to your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold

front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment in

couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any further,

"Right. I'm just

as he watched

Stewart." Rosita stepped up beside Stewart, looking at Briony with wide, innocent

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

to Rosita, her voice sharp. "Then tell me what did you say to

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

Stella practically gagged at Rosita's faux-innocence. "Please. Why don't you check your purse and see if you're carrying a marriage

went pale, tears springing to

rolled her own. "Oh, save it. Maybe your performance works on the