Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Is she really the biggest winner in all this?

Briony didn't buy it.

She took the divorce papers from Stewart, flipping through a few pages, her expression growing more serious with each line she read.

What was Stewart playing at?

He was giving her half of his personal assets—just like that. And not just that... he was even including her studio.

"Two years ago, you wanted to start your own studio," Stewart said, his dark eyes unreadable as he watched her. "I waited for you to come to me for help, but instead, you went to the bank for a loan. You never asked me."

Briony's brow furrowed as she stared down at the stack of papers, her emotions in turmoil.

"The building your studio is in-that property is already under my name," Stewart continued. "After the divorce, the deed will be signed over to you. It's in a prime location. Aside from the floor you use for your studio, the rent from the other offices and shops downstairs brings in a seven-figure annual income."

Briony met his gaze, her voice cold. "Stewart, I don't want your money. I just want this divorce

he

wouldn't sway her. He'd added another clause at the end

dissolved. I'll talk to him, make sure he doesn't come

actually laughed, a sharp, incredulous sound. "Isn't

divorced, he'll still call you 'Mom' every time he sees you.

pressed her lips together, gripping

sharp and relentless,

married five years. I've seen how much you love Irwin, how much you've done for him. He's always been a sickly kid. You bought every parenting book,

you were right there, just as lost and desperate as he was. The first

startled, but you were patient, guiding him—

five years, you poured your heart into him. Five years of being his mother —Irwin can't just let that go. And neither can you. You're just cold