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?"

stopped breathing for

other. After their feelings have faded, they return together-dressed as they were on their wedding day-to

never even

but nothing came out. In the end, he could only

to Irwin-it all ends today." Briony's words were icy, final. "From now on, Stewart, you're nothing

One look was all she gave him

Rosita. I can't keep pretending he's my son. So from

away and strode toward

out instinctively, but he

leaving his hand empty-and his heart emptier

through the church. "Mom, where are you going? I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good! Please don't leave me and Dad-

back. Her

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

they walked to the edge of the beach, where her wedding dress lay abandoned on the