Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart strode straight over, blocking Briony's path.

She stopped and slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were empty, drained of any trace of emotion.

He looked at her, a strange, sharp ache twisting in his chest. "I'll get a search team organized-"

Crack!

A sharp slap cut him off mid-sentence.

Stewart's head snapped to the side. For a stunned moment, he just stood there, brows pinched in confusion before he finally turned to look at Briony.

Her hand—still trembling from the blow-fell limply to her side. She tried to clench her fist, but her fingers shook uncontrollably. She'd put everything she had into that slap, and now she had nothing left.

But she refused to let Stewart see her weakness. She glared at him coldly. "Get out of my way."

Stewart's expression darkened.

Cedric Clarke hurried over, grabbing Stewart by the arm and pulling him aside. "Let it go, man. She's not herself right now-you're only making things worse."

Stewart pressed his lips into a thin line, his dark eyes stormy and unreadable.

control. For the first time, he found himself utterly

the burning resentment in

She turned and walked toward her car, her figure looking

through the pain that gripped his chest. Almost

but

was hoarse and lifeless, carried away by the wind, leaving only a lingering

stared at the way she hung her head,

"If you want

to Briony's side, shooting Stewart a furious glare. "Are you trying to drive

but for a long moment, no sound came. Finally,

right now, those words felt

Stella fell

She couldn't bear to look at him

won't say it again. Let go of

jaw clenched, but he

maybe he'd lost his mind-still desperate, in this moment, for Briony to turn