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.

was used to being in control. For the first time,

burning resentment in Briony's eyes, he was left adrift, at a loss for

her

the pain that gripped his chest. Almost without thinking, he reached out and caught her

froze, but didn't

said. Her voice was hoarse and lifeless, carried away by

at the way she hung

you

side, shooting Stewart a furious glare. "Are you trying to drive her

no sound came. Finally, he managed just two words, low and solemn: "I'm

right now, those

and Stella

didn't turn around. She couldn't bear to look at

it

jaw clenched, but

desperate, in this moment, for Briony to turn and look