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.

used to being in control. For the first

slapped him—and yes, he was angry. But when he met the burning resentment in Briony's eyes, he was left

turned and walked toward her car, her

chest. Almost without thinking,

but didn't

voice was hoarse and lifeless, carried away by

the way she hung her head, his emotions swirling, but

frantic. "If you

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

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

those

and Stella fell

around. She couldn't bear

I won't say it again. Let

but he

this moment, for Briony