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.

and Rosita hadn't shown up at the hospital last time, my

I wouldn't have been dragged through the mud online, and my mom wouldn't think I was

never imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this marriage would

to her accusations, his handsome features

"If I could go back and choose again, I'd never marry

expression darkened completely, something hot and furious

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

man in front of her, realizing yet again

thought she couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any further, but he always managed to prove her

"Right. I'm

frown deepened as he watched the way

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

your mother visited yesterday. Stewart's been caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to take

sharp. "Then tell me what did you

shook her head. "I barely 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

Why don't you check 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

went pale, tears springing to

it. Maybe your performance works