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.

on Briony, determined to get an answer

me.

frowned and

time to be grilling Briony about a pregnancy, but looking at Stewart's expression, he

sigh, Cedric glanced at Briony. "He's seriously hurt. Maybe... just tell

was icy. "I don't

Cedric: "..."

worry, Briony. I'm not dying anytime soon." Stewart's lips curled in a cold, humorless smile. “But the

Briony's mind, though she forced herself to appear calm

wasn't the first time Stewart had suspected she was

clearly, this time he was more certain

was

it. But if

anything. And a man like Stewart would

he took her to court,