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.

Rosita hadn't shown up at the hospital last

wasn't for you two, I wouldn't have been dragged through the mud online, and my mom wouldn't think I was someone's

I agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this

features growing colder. "Being married to me

could

something hot

to your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead

stared at the man in front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment in

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

curled Briony's lips. "Right. I'm just being unreasonable,

frown deepened as he watched the way

up beside

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 for a few minutes,

voice sharp. "Then tell me what did you say

Ms. Hudson. She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so she was cold to me. I

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

went pale, tears springing to

own. "Oh, save it. Maybe your performance works on the gullible, but