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?"

blank, unyielding face, then suddenly stepped

she instinctively took a

means to you?" Stewart grabbed her wrist with one hand, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her

mindful of the pregnancy, didn't dare

down, voice full of anger. "Five years raising my son together, and now

his mother. But you you just cut him off without a second thought.

bitter laugh. "Stewart, you and your family lied to me, made me pretend to be Irwin's mother-and you're the ones responsible

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

he's innocent? And what about my mother?" Briony shot

what I meant. I just think you shouldn't take it

really hurt him today. He went home crying, asking me if his mom didn't want him anymore. Briony, you're the one who raised him— don't you care about him at

me go!" Briony was seething, trying to

she pushed, he refused to budge, and her eyes grew red with

to ask me to treat Irwin like before? My mother died because of

have a conscience, Stewart?" He

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