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 for

wedding day-to the place where they began their marriage. The ritual is about going back to where you first fell in love, letting

we never loved each other. We never even had a real

to protest, but nothing came out. In the end, he could only stand there in

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

at the young boy sitting off to the side. One look was all she gave him before turning back to Stewart,

keep pretending he's my son.

Briony turned away and strode toward the

Stewart reached out instinctively, but he was a

hair slipped through his fingers, leaving his hand empty-and his

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

didn't look back. Her steps were resolute, her resolve

nodding in silent support. Briony took

edge of the beach, where