Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony remained silent throughout the entire ordeal.

She moved like an emotionless automaton, trailing after Stewart and Irwin as they stopped at tourist hotspots along the beach and outside the church, dutifully posing for every photo.

Off to the side, Stella and Cedric Clarke watched the picture-perfect "family of three." Stella's face was flush with anger, while Cedric stood awkwardly, unsure what to do.

By the time the clock neared eleven, the photoshoot was finally over.

The sun in Accra was at its fiercest, beating down from above. Briony's normally pale cheeks were flushed pink from the relentless heat.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing around for Stella, when suddenly a bottle of water appeared in front of her.

Stewart offered it to her. "Here, have some water."

Briony barely spared him a glance. She didn't take the bottle, her voice cool and

detached as she asked, "The pictures are done. Can I leave now?"

"There's still one last thing," Stewart replied quietly. "Inside the church. Everything's set."

Briony let out a cold laugh. "The divorce ceremony, right?"

Stewart hesitated but then arched an eyebrow. "So you already know."

"Even

darkened. "After today, it won't be a

head, unimpressed. "You're unbelievable." She turned away. "I need to use the

of her dress, Briony swept past him toward

whispering, "He's really

of the car. "Star, could

"Of course!"

Inside the church.

the pews, a deep red carpet stretched to the altar, and a string quartet played softly as the staff and photographers

the past couple of years, a trending song called "Divorce in the Republic

year, some companies had begun to offer bespoke "divorce ceremonies"

no expense to hire one

result was a grand,

in a crisp white tailcoat, looking

the wedding company staff, Cedric Clarke, and Irwin were

at Stewart, then at the sparse crowd, a complicated expression on his

career that he'd been asked to preside over a "divorce ceremony" at the request of a