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.

at the hospital

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

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

to her accusations, his handsome features growing colder. "Being married to

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

expression darkened completely, something hot and furious rising

he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead of blaming me, maybe you should focus on where she might have

of her, realizing

thought she couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any

Briony's lips. "Right.

as he watched

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

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

already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so

woman'?" Stella practically gagged at Rosita's faux-innocence. "Please. 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

your performance works on the gullible, but I'm not