Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 161

Stella looked up at Briony, her expression dead serious. "Wait, is Rosita sick or something? Like, one of those trashy novel plots-tragic ex-girlfriend needs a kidney transplant or whatever... Hold up! You don't think Stewart's after your organs, do you?"

Briony just stared at her. "...."

As ridiculous as it sounded, Stella had actually gotten about half of it right.

"He said Rosita has a brain tumor," Briony replied quietly.

Stella's eyes went wide. "No way. Seriously? Wow, karma really is working overtime! Couldn't have happened to a nicer person, honestly."

Briony pressed her lips together, frowning slightly.

"What's with that look?" Stella frowned too. "Are you actually worried Stewart wants your body parts? Relax, even if he's lost his mind, Rosita needs a brain, not a kidney. Unless Stewart's found a mad scientist somewhere, you're safe—your head's staying right where it is."

Briony shot her a tired look. “Star, maybe lay off the soap operas for a while.”

“Alright, alright, I just thought I'd try to cheer you up a little." Stella put her hands up in surrender.

Briony sighed. "Just finish reading the agreement, will you?"

"Sure." Stella nodded obediently and went back to scanning the contract.

Honestly, those first few terms looked pretty good to Stella.

complains about too much money? The

for someone like Briony, who'd been raising that jerk's kid—and his mistress's kid, no less-for five long years. As far as Stella

gaze froze on an extra clause at the

this addendum? It isn't spelled out anywhere in the

but honestly?" Briony's face was tense. "It can't

like she'd bitten into

for nothing! Guess I really was too naive. I mean, what's Stewart's deal, anyway? The guy's a billionaire lawyer-shouldn't he have better

temples. "I wish I knew what he was

propped her chin on her

mood in the room suddenly

at the door, and a moment later,

the dishes were set out

carrot cake, and shoved it in her mouth. Through a mouthful, she mumbled, "Forget the jerk for now, you're pregnant. Eating

an appetite. She absentmindedly ladled herself some soup and

the way," Stella said, poking at her rice with her fork and eyeing

bit curious about those three conditions

the thought, which was why she hadn't even

think ignoring it would solve

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