Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart's hand clenched into a fist at his side, as if her words had struck something deep inside him.

"It's a pity-you're wrong," he said quietly.

Briony stared at him, her eyes brimming with scorn.

"If you truly understood the legend behind the Ghanaian divorce ritual, you'd realize just how absurd this little ceremony you've arranged really is."

His voice was low and heavier than she'd ever heard. "I just... wanted us to have something to remember. A way to mark what we had."

He searched her face, desperate, his gaze taking on a wild glint. "Briony, after five years of marriage, you can't tell me there's nothing left between us."

"Something between us?" Briony gave a sharp, bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with unshed tears. "Stewart, now that you realize you can't use my bond with Irwin to sway me, you want to play the 'husband and wife' card instead?"

Stewart's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on hers.

She continued, voice cold and unwavering: "But when was there ever love between us, Stewart?"

breathing

faded, they return together-dressed as they were on their wedding day-to the place where they

Stewart, we never loved each other. We never even had a real wedding. So

to protest, but nothing came out. In the end, he could

say. Five years of marriage-five years of pretending to be a mother to Irwin-it all ends today." Briony's words were icy, final. "From now on, Stewart, you're nothing to me but the man who indirectly caused my mother's death.

at the young boy sitting off to the side. One look was all she

my son. So from

and strode toward the church

reached out instinctively, but

his fingers, leaving his hand empty-and

the church. "Mom, where are you going? I'm sorry, I promise I'll

look back. Her steps

church doors, Stella was waiting for her, nodding in silent support. Briony took the lighter

the edge of the beach, where her wedding dress