Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"What is there to explain?" Stella stepped protectively in front of Briony, glaring at Stewart with open hostility. "You two are getting divorced! There's no way Bryn is having your child, so stop dreaming!"

James shot Stewart a cold look as well. "Mr. Wentworth, this is getting rather undignified, don't you think?"

Stewart ignored them both. His sharp, dark gaze was locked on Briony, unyielding.

Stella was furious, ready to tell James to pull Stewart away, when hurried footsteps echoed from behind-

Cedric Clarke appeared with a couple of nurses, rushing over. He grabbed Stewart's arm-but didn't dare use brute force.

Usually the model of calm and composure, Cedric's face was now thunderous with anger. “You've got broken ribs and you're running around? Do you have any idea how close you are to killing yourself?"

Stewart winced and tried to shrug Cedric off, but the pain in his chest only intensified, draining what little color remained from his face.

Still, he refused to give in. "Let go of me..."

"No, you're the one who needs to let go!" Cedric pried at Stewart's hand, which was clamped stubbornly on Briony's wrist, but Stewart wouldn't budge. Cedric's patience snapped. "Let go! Your ribs are broken-if you move like this, you could puncture your lung and die!"

Stewart still wouldn't back down.

his eyes on Briony, determined to get an

me. Are you

and stayed

Briony about a pregnancy, but looking at Stewart's expression, he realized Stewart wouldn't

Briony. "He's seriously hurt. Maybe...

icy. "I don't care if he lives

Cedric: "..."

not dying anytime soon." Stewart's lips curled in a cold, humorless

though she

the first time Stewart had suspected

this time he was more certain

Stewart decided on something, it was almost impossible to change his

like before, he wouldn't buy it. But if she admitted it, given his current attitude,

families like his, heirs mattered more than anything. And a man like Stewart would never allow his child to

court,