Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"What's that supposed to mean, Stewart?"

Stella tossed the wedding dress aside in exasperation. "Seriously, is he out of his mind? Don't tell me he dragged you all the way out here just to throw you a

wedding!"

Briony stared at the dress, her brows knitted tight.

"He's not trying to throw me a wedding."

"Huh?" Stella planted her hands on her hips. "So if it's not a wedding, is he giving you a wedding dress as a parting gift? Does he really think he's some kind of heartthrob? Honestly, who makes such a production out of a divorce? I can't with

this guy."

Briony stayed silent, her expression growing more somber.

"I just don't get Stewart. If he really wanted to give you something as a divorce present, why not jewelry, or a car, or even a house? But a wedding dress? Has he forgotten you two never even had a real wedding? He must be doing this to mess

with you."

Briony, studying her face with

worry. "Bryn, are you okay? If you're angry, just say it! Keeping it bottled

"I'm fine."

turned to Stella and gave a faint, lopsided smile. "Don't worry about me. I'm over Stewart, really. Whether he's sending me a wedding dress or anything else, it's all just

wedding dress?" Stella still looked uneasy. "Honestly, I can't figure Stewart out anymore. It's like you need to be a

think I know what he's

widened. "Tell

hand reassuringly. "But I need you to pick up a few things for me, and don't let Stewart or Cedric

once.

...

in Briony and Stella's room

first rays of morning slipped through

cue, Stewart's call came

barely blinked,

on the dress. Cedric Clarke