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."

don't need any of this." Briony met his gaze, her voice cold. "Stewart, I don't want your money. I just want this divorce over with, as soon

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financial compensation alone wouldn't sway her. He'd added another clause at the

said, "your relationship with Irwin will be dissolved. I'll talk to him, make sure he doesn't come

sharp, incredulous sound.

between us. As far as he knows, you're his mom. Even if we're divorced, he'll still call you 'Mom' every time

pressed her lips together, gripping the agreement more

his eyes sharp and relentless, as if trying

been a sickly kid. You bought every parenting book, every

there, just as lost

but you were patient, guiding him— helping him turn into the confident, sweet

his mother —Irwin can't just let that go. And neither can you. You're just cold right now because