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.

Briony, determined to get

me. Are

frowned and stayed

knew this was absolutely the wrong time to be grilling Briony about a pregnancy, but looking at Stewart's expression, he realized Stewart wouldn't stop until

"He's seriously hurt. Maybe...

was icy. "I don't

Cedric: "..."

I'm not dying anytime soon." Stewart's lips curled in a cold, humorless smile. “But the child you're carrying? That child will have my

mind, though she forced herself to

time Stewart

clearly, this time he was more certain than

decided on something, it was almost impossible to change

it. But if

more than anything. And a man like Stewart would never allow his child to take

to court, she didn't stand