Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Stewart still waiting for her.

Briony stepped out, locked the studio door behind her, and turned. Her gaze swept over Stewart with cool indifference.

Her eyes were calm, almost expressionless. "I'll be out of town for work the next few days. When I get back, let's set a time to go to city hall and finalize the divorce."

"You're in such a hurry to get divorced?" Stewart's eyes darkened. "Is this about James?"

Briony's expression grew colder.

He was the one cheating during their marriage, juggling two relationships at once -did he really think everyone else was as shameless as he was?

She had no desire to explain herself. Her tone was icy. "If you don't want to cooperate, then I'll just have to file for divorce."

"File for divorce?" Stewart let out a cold, humorless laugh, one eyebrow arching. "Do you really think anyone in Northborough would dare take on my divorce case?"

Briony frowned. "Stewart, what are you doing? There's nothing between us anymore-we have no feelings left, no children together, and no disputes over property. Why does a peaceful divorce have to be so impossible?"

"No feelings?"

at her blank, unyielding face, then

lashes fluttered and she instinctively took

of marriage, and that's all it means to you?" Stewart grabbed her wrist with one hand, his other hand

pregnancy, didn't

raising my

innocent. He doesn't understand any of this. He's always believed you're his mother. But you you just

you and your family lied to me, made me pretend to be Irwin's mother-and you're the ones responsible for my mom's death! So

face clouded with anger. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Look, I know I'm responsible for what happened to your mother. But none of that is

mother?" Briony

faltered. "That's not what I meant. I just

"You really hurt him today. He went home crying, asking me if his mom didn't

was seething, trying to push him

No matter how hard she pushed, he refused

me to treat Irwin like before? My mother died

him, voice breaking. "Do you even have a conscience, Stewart?" He froze, stunned by her

chance to shove him away and retreated several steps, fixing him with a cold, unwavering