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."

any of this." Briony met his gaze, her voice cold. "Stewart, I don't want your

reading," he

had anticipated that financial compensation alone wouldn't sway her. He'd

be dissolved. I'll talk to him, make sure

sharp, incredulous sound. "Isn't that how it

the mess between us. As far as he knows, you're his mom. Even if we're divorced, he'll still call you 'Mom' every time he sees you. He'll cry for you, beg you not to leave him. When that happens, Briony, do you really think you'll

pressed her lips together, gripping the agreement

will cave," Stewart said quietly, his eyes sharp and relentless, as if

for him. He's always been a sickly kid. You bought every parenting book, every medical guide you could find, even took online courses just to take better care

stop crying, you were right there, just as lost and desperate

him— helping him turn into

can't just let that go. And neither can you. You're just cold right now because of what happened with Rosita and your